[Margaret's Perspective]
Levi's words were not directed at me. The werewolf behind him came up, yanked me up from the ground with such brutality that it seemed as though he wanted to strangle me alive!
"Do you intend to kill her just by yanking? Look at her, fragile as a reed, about to lose her life at any moment. Can you lighten up a bit? She is the Lycan Queen, after all. If you kill her now, aren't you afraid that Donald will go insane and crush you to death?"
As Levi bellowed, the grip of the werewolf holding me loosened slightly. He cast me a wary glance and snorted coldly before continuing to drag me forward.
I could feel Levi's gaze on my back, making me shiver involuntarily. I stumbled, and they tossed me into a low shack!
I was relieved that there was a layer of straw on the floor of the shack, so I wasn't thrown directly onto the ground. My child was still too fragile to withstand any more turmoil.
"Margaret? Is that you?"
