Chapter 162: Failed Transformation
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[Margaret’s Perspective]
Elizabeth said pretty much what I thought.
I just didn’t know how Anthony was doing now. A vicious person like Angel probably wouldn’t let go of someone who might expose her.
However, if Anthony was still alive, he might not understand the internal strife among the Lycans. However, he had seen Angel before. He would definitely tell Armstrong what happened.
Then even without my cry for help, Donald would know that I had been kidnapped by Angel.
Using the weak light source by the door, I began to look around the room again.
The place looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. The smell of dust was everywhere. There had been no activities around here for a long time.
“What do we do now, Margaret?” came Elizabeth’s helpless voice.
I took a deep breath of the stale air and suggested, “We need to find a way to free our hands first. We’ll look around here and see if there’s anything sharp that can help us do it.”
“Are we going to have to escape on our own now?” Elizabeth said in horror. “We can’t do it. Where’s your mate?! He’s the Lycan King. Why hasn’t he come to save you?!”
“I’m trying to contact him, but there’s something here that’s blocking our connection. We have to work on it ourselves before I can reach him,” I said.
Elizabeth stopped talking.
“Here, I’ll look this way, you go that way. Be careful not to get scraped by anything on the ground.”
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Elizabeth and I split up. I was hoping to find some loose screws and steel bars on the ground or on the wall. Any piece of metal would grind the rope off our hands.
However, to my disappointment, there was nothing in this house except dust. I found nothing after being covered in dirt.
I turned to look in Elizabeth’s direction and saw that she had not budged.
“Why aren’t you moving?” I asked in annoyance.
Our situation was bad enough, but Elizabeth was still holding us back. However, when I thought about how I had dragged her into this dispute, I couldn’t vent my anger. If it hadn’t been for me, Elizabeth could have stayed at home in peace and waited for arrangements to be sent away.
I moved myself back to where Elizabeth was and heard her say, “There’s nothing here. We’re wasting our energy.”
“You didn’t even look,” I pointed out.
“It just looks like there’s nothing,” Elizabeth muttered. “And I’ve got dust all over my hands. Is there anything I can wash my hands with? I hate the air. It has a strange smell. I feel dizzy.”
I felt that this was all an excuse for Elizabeth not to do anything. After coming to this room, I didn’t smell anything but dust. She just didn’t want to deal with dust.
I didn’t bother to pick a fight with her. I continued to feel my way through the area that she didn’t search.
After combing the entire area, I had to admit that Elizabeth was right about at least one thing. There was nothing here.
Exhausted but not gaining anything, I leaned against the wall to rest and continued to think of ways to escape.
Other than Donald, who else could I ask for help? Who else was close to me?
My wolf, Betty!
How could I have forgotten her? I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten that I was a werewolf.
Betty’s claws would definitely cut through these ropes. I called out to Betty in my mind.
[Betty? Betty?]
Betty took a long time to respond to me.
[Margaret, I’m here.]
[Are you all right now? I need your help to cut these ropes.]
[I’m not sure, Margaret. That potion you drank cut off a lot of connections. It’s difficult for me to receive your messages, but we can try.]
I calmed my heart and sensed the power in my body, stimulating it to adhere to my body.
This transformation felt more difficult than any previous one. I channeled a lot of power into it, but it dissipated without any response.
Under my constant urging, I finally saw some fur on my arm. However, it was only for a short moment before I felt exhausted. The fur instantly disappeared and I regained my smooth human skin.
[Betty? Betty!]
This time, no matter how hard I called out in my heart, Betty didn’t reply.
“Elizabeth, what—”
I stopped mid-sentence.
If I couldn’t even succeed in transforming myself, then it would be even more impossible for Elizabeth, who had never participated in training. Moreover, this would obviously consume a lot of stamina. There was no need for Elizabeth to make such a meaningless attempt.
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