[Margaret's POV]
Donald had been holding my hand tightly, even when we were simply walking around within the pack on a daily basis.
After the twists and turns of the last couple of days, he seemed to have become even clingier than me, a realization that brought some happiness to my heart. My mate caring so much about me was truly a blessing.
I looked up at his handsome and perfect profile and suddenly sensed a gloominess in his mood. "What's wrong, Donald? Has something happened?"
He had been incredibly busy lately, with various battles big and small constantly needing the personal attention of the Lycan King, spinning like a non-stop top. I felt a great deal of sympathy for him and wished there was something I could do to help.
"I'm fine, my dear, just a little tired," he said, looking down at me with a gentle voice, as if seeing my concern.