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

[Margaret’s Perspective] 𝐟𝗿𝚎𝐞𝓌e𝒃𝑛𝒐ѵ𝒆𝑙.c𝚘𝓶

I realized something quickly. I pulled a piece of rag from the discarded furniture on one side and covered the puddle.

The dissolution on the floor stopped. I suspected that if I let it spread, the entire attic would dissolve. It seemed that this liquid only had a special effect on wooden materials. Did the other party carry this thing with them because they had planned to erase all traces of this place after this operation? That was probably why they had chosen an all-wood cabin.

I couldn’t help but shudder at the meticulous thinking of this mastermind again.

This must be a difficult opponent. I hoped that Donald could defeat him.

However, at the moment, this liquid could easily solve our problem.

I poured the remaining liquid onto the wooden frames around the window from different positions. I watched as the window frames around the window began to dissolve quickly after the liquid did its work. I instructed Elizabeth to use the abandoned items around her to catch the falling glass and prevent them from falling to the ground and making a sound.

An entire window was quickly and silently removed by us.

Elizabeth and I looked at each other. I stuck my head out first and carefully looked out the window.

The moon was gentle and the stars twinkled. Tomorrow would be a fine day.

Although I had been locked up here for less than a day, I felt that I had not seen the sky for a long time. The feeling of freedom after coming out of the basement was even stronger.

I tore my gaze from the night sky and looked down to survey the guards around the cabin.

The front door of the cabin was the brightest. There must have been a designated guard there. But this was the side of the cabin. I didn’t see anyone, not even anyone patrolling.

I didn’t intend to observe any longer. Every second we delayed increased the risk of our being discovered. Our chances of escape would be slimmer.

I turned to Elizabeth and mouthed the instruction for her to go first.

She looked at me a little hesitantly. I gave her an encouraging look. I thought she was going to refuse to do this, I wanted to say something to tell her that we didn’t have a choice. But her eyes suddenly became firm. She walked toward me. I gestured that she could hold me and let me lend her strength. She pressed my shoulder and climbed up to the window.

I took one last look at the staircase we’d come up. Then I took two steps back, took a running start, and leaped onto the window. I estimated the height we’d have to jump directly from here. It was about three meters. It wouldn’t be much of a problem even for a normal human. Besides, we were werewolves. The only thing we needed to be careful about was not making too much noise in the process to alert the guards at the front door.

I looked at Elizabeth, squeezed her hand, and jumped down first.

I found a landing spot on the grass and rolled over to relieve the pressure of my descent the moment I touched the ground. Standing on the grass, I looked up at Elizabeth and opened my arms to signal for her to jump down as well. Elizabeth closed her eyes and jumped down. I quickly took a step forward to receive her.

I fell to the ground under her weight. Elizabeth knelt beside me and looked at me nervously.

I gave her a smile and felt a wave of relief.

Our escape plan seemed to be going well so far. I took Elizabeth’s hand and slowly walked through the grass. We went around the cabin to the back.

I recognized the place as the outskirts of the Silver Moon Pack’s forest. It didn’t look like Angel had taken us too far away.

I took a deep breath and was suddenly grateful for the times I had spent with Armstrong. We had walked in this forest countless times. It made me familiar with everything about it. I could find my way back from anywhere in the forest.

I looked at the moon to get my bearings, and thanked the Moon Goddess again.

It was precisely because of the existence of the Moon Goddess that I always felt that my heart was filled with strength.

I turned around, but Elizabeth was gone.

I looked questioningly at the path we had taken. I didn’t think Elizabeth could have lost me in such a short distance.?Why is she running around at this time??I wondered.

Suddenly, a huge force came from behind me. Something pulled me over. Then a hand covered my mouth, preventing me from making any sound.

Busted!!!

I whimpered as my body began to struggle violently. I didn’t want to be recaptured just as I was escaping.

Even if I failed to resist, I had to leave some marks here so that Donald could find me.

“Be quiet, Margaret.”

I stopped struggling. I recognized this familiar voice. This person had personally instructed me on how to fight.

It was Elliot.