God-like Arrival

[Margaret's POV]

"Donald!"

"Your Majesty!"

I felt as though I had thrown myself onto a robust beast, but all that occupied my mind was the sight of Donald's shoulder, slightly bleeding.

As if telepathically connected, I nearly transformed into my human form together with Donald.

I knelt down, drained of strength on the muddy road, and just as I was about to lift my head and check his shoulder, I was pulled into a warm, broad embrace the next second.

"I was really going crazy, Margaret! Can you please not leave my side again?"

Donald's warm breath caressed my ear, and I trembled slightly, barely noticeable, feeling my eyes grow hot and wet as something scalding began to flow.

My tears mixed with the rain and blood soaking Donald's neck. He held me tightly, as if trying to crush and meld me into his flesh to ensure we could never be separated again!

I missed him too, my mate had descended from the heavens like a God, saving me from the brink of death once more.