Helen POV
Justin checked over his shoulder more times than I could count, waiting for my parents to follow and start more trouble. I knew how they felt by now; they didn’t care to fight me after Justin’s outburst. I wasn’t worth the trouble of war.
We aimed for the hallway where he said his mother used to reside. Justin pulled my back into a spare closet, throwing us inside and shutting the door before a set of footsteps crossed past us.
I held onto my mate, still overwhelmed by my parent’s words earlier.
“Stop it,” Justin groaned, brushing my face with his fingertips. “Stop letting it consume you. They don’t deserve the right to break you, Helen.”
I stared up at my second mate, feeling the warm cries on my cheeks trickle downward. “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair, my mate?”
“If
