Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 163 - ’Mist’

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Chapter 163: ‘Mist’

[Margaret’s Perspective]

“Huh? Were you contacting the Lycan King just now?” Elizabeth was obviously still pinning her hopes on Donald.

I shook my head. “I was trying to transform, but I failed.”

I realized that the light coming through the doorway was weakening, and the room was getting even dimmer. I realized that it was probably already night, which meant that Elizabeth and I had been missing for hours.

Because we were held in such a dark environment, I didn’t know how long we’d been here. An hour or two probably. And it was hard to estimate how long we’d been unconscious. I had no way of telling how long it had taken Angel to transfer us here.

I only hoped that the potion that prevented us from contacting each other would fail as soon as possible so that I could send a message to Donald.

Elizabeth and I leaned against the wall together. Because so much time had passed, our hunger had disappeared from our bodies. Only our thirst lingered. I licked my dry lips and endured silently.

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When can we contact the others? How will they find this place?

Betty had just said that it was the potion I drank that stopped the connection between the werewolves. Then what did the potion Angel sprinkled on me do?

Normally, other than Mindlink, werewolves had a rather outstanding tracking ability because of their excellent sense of smell. And the person with the strongest tracking ability under Donald was…

My heart sank again at the thought.

It was Elliot.

At this point, I didn’t dare trust anyone easily.

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Elizabeth had said that Angel had gone to the house to look for her first, which meant that Angel thought that I was there too. If I hadn’t left with Donald, I really would have been in the house packing with Elizabeth. But who had told Angel this news?

There had to be a mole around Donald.

Based on what Elliot did to me earlier, he was a strong suspect.

I had another theory in mind. The liquid Angel had sprayed on us was probably to cover our auras.

I’d heard of a banned drug called the ‘Mist’. It was very effective at masking scents. It was also very long-lasting, but very rare.

Armstrong had once wanted to obtain some to hide the traces of our patrol team and do more active reconnaissance in the forest, but he gave up because it was too difficult to obtain.

However, the Mist had a flaw. Its range of effect was limited. It moved with the person.

This meant that once the carrier of the Mist was far enough away from the tracker, the tracker would be able to sense the other party’s aura. However, at that time, the carrier of the Mist would have already run far away and would not be easily caught again.

However, if the tracker was outstanding enough, he could use this method to determine the exact range of the Mist carrier and form an encirclement which he would gradually shrink to close in on the carrier.

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After Donald and I marked each other, it became easier for us to sense each other’s auras. And we hadn’t told anyone about this yet, so Angel definitely didn’t know.

If Angel had used the Mist on me, even if Elliot was a traitor and Elizabeth and I stayed in this place, Donald had a good chance of finding us.

I closed my eyes and tried to regain some strength by resting.

“Margaret…” Elizabeth’s voice sounded in my ear. “Can you tell me why we’re like this? What happened between you and Angel that made her bring us here?”

I licked my lips again. I knew the action would make them even drier, but it would make me feel better now.

“It’s hard for me to tell what she’s thinking.” I smiled bitterly. Angel did things completely beyond my expectations. “But I guess her goal is to keep me away from Donald.”

“Away from the Lycan King?” Elizabeth’s voice trembled. “In what way does she want you to leave?”

“I really don’t know. She’s even crazier than we thought. I even thought she wanted to kill me before, but I reckon the death of a mate will affect the other party too. Angel definitely doesn’t want to kill Donald.”

I continued with my analysis. “I think she might just want me to leave. If I refuse to leave of my own accord, she’ll force me to leave in some way, like she’s doing now. Or she wants to find a place to imprison and torture me to begin with. She must have planned this. I suspect she’ll have other ways to make Donald hers later…”

“She’s trying to snatch your mate. That’s vicious,” Elizabeth said.

“No, it’s more than that…” I muttered.

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