Helen’s POV
I felt stronger leaving True Mates pack this time.
Justin let me shower and pick through the kitchen like I was a free willed wolf yet again. Maybe he trusted me again, or maybe it was because Randy was back to following me around like my own personal guard dog.
I ate, got changed into a clean, long gown, and we took a shuttle over to the Lone Wolf pack.
Justin stood up the entire drive, staring out the front window while I curled up on the plastic seats in the back, leaning against the window with Russo and Randy on the seats nearby.
Everyone else was dressed in tuxedos, outdoing my thin and wobbly frame in my tan, sequins gown. I adjusted my strappy heels, not wanting to wear them in the first place, but starting another argument with my Lycan mate didn’t seem feasib
