Chapter 93

[Donald’s Perspective]

Margaret was asleep by the time I returned to the hospital room, exhausted again from all the business I had to attend to.

I lifted the blanket to take a look at her injuries. Her scar looked scary. In fact, when she pounced over, my wolf claws had already half met the attack. I had slowed down the other party’s fierce attack. So Margaret had only suffered a superficial wound, but it still shocked me at that time. On impulse, I tore the attacker’s throat.

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