[Margaret's Perspective]
I sat sideways on the ground, and although I couldn't see anything, my ears became exceptionally sensitive. Suddenly, the door to the room was flung open and the sound of high heels clacking on the floor began: could this be the "Miss" those werewolves were talking about?
With that haphazard guess in mind, I swallowed and asked, "What exactly do you want? Release me and Brand."
The sound of footsteps eventually stopped in front of me, as her gaze fell unabashedly upon me. She squatted down, apparently wanting to look me in the eye, "So, you're Margaret? Quite pretty and gentle indeed – no wonder Henry is so fond of you!"
I had never heard this woman's voice before, she must be someone I didn't know.
But she casually mentioned my name and even brought up Henry, speaking his name with a hint of affection and longing as if she knew him well.
