Obscure Figures

[Margaret's Perspective]

I was indeed agitated by Angel's appearance just now and lost all my rationality. However, as an Alpha, Armstrong, who was responsible for the life and death of the entire pack, actually followed me out. He should know that it was impossible for us to get back together. What exactly did he want? I really couldn't understand him.

I looked at Armstrong's figure. He was just a few steps ahead of me. We were in the woods together, and he was waiting for me in front. He was right. This was very much how we used to be. Even the way he looked back at me was very similar.

But, stop!

We were not what we used to be. The wind, soil, and leaves here were no longer what they used to be as time passed. The so-called sameness was only artificially created, and this meant nothing.

"What's wrong with you?" Armstrong looked at me gently, just like before.