Helen POV
My Lycan mate was already beside me when I failed onto my stomach, blood drizzling down my sides. It was hot and irony, sending waves of sharp pain through my spine and my flesh.
Justin forced the mountain lion away from my side, standing over me in his terrifying, half-man-half-wolf form. I blinked back spots. Randy’s wolf had joined his Alpha, charging the mountain lion in unison.
I sat up, crimson striking down my arms. Ezequiel shifted and joined the Alpha and Beta, fighting away the massive lion while Martha fell to my side.
She lifted me up, trying to edge me into moving, but I hissed a breath and sank limply into her lap.
“No, no, no, Helen!” She panted every breath, looking at my gruesome back. “What do I do? How can I help you? I don’t—I don’t—”
“Shh,” I breath
