Love is wrong?

[Donald's POV]

Angel's pure white wolf form was extremely conspicuous against the night sky, if it weren't for the bloody wounds on her hind legs, I would have thought she was entirely at ease in this duel.

This stronghold, to my surprise, had not gathered as many enemies as I expected, and most of them were just very ordinary werewolves.

If I hadn't run into Angel and the fleeing MASTER right as I entered, I would have started to doubt whether this was really their secret base.

The MASTER's escape from the fight seemed to have had an 'excellent' leading effect on these werewolves, as they scattered and fled into the forest, looking to follow his example. My led Lycan assault team, on the other hand, had taken advantage of the chaos to capture many, making tonight's haul quite good.

I looked at Angel, who was being surrounded by Mark and Christian, with an unkind expression. After scanning the area for a moment, a sense of strangeness began to creep into my heart.