Helen POV
“Of course, Russo. I won’t do that to my mate, to the other wolves, wizards—and you, of course.”
“Thank you, little Luna,” he hummed, yanking me into his chest and throwing his arms around me. “You’re a good mate, and a great woman, little wolf.”
Light creaking of the floorboards drew my attention from our embrace and I pulled away from Russo, finding myself crying as well. Justin and Randy stood in the doorway, my mate marking a look of hatred against his eyes and pursed lips.
“Justin,” I grunted, peeling from Russo’s side and rushing to my mate.
I snuck my arms around his sides and to my surprise, he accepted them, his arm resting on my shoulder and his hand tangling in my hair. Justin tipped his nose down, inhaling a long draw of an inhale.
“You smell like blood, mate
