Helen POV
I sat against the bars, holding a new, fluffy blanket that Randy had brought me. He was sitting on a stool outside my cage, throwing cards down in a light, easy gambling game.
We hadn’t talked since he offered to take me from my cell, to be a Luna of his pack, and I found it funny, past the very weird combination that would make us, that after so many years of being refused as Luna-material, I am almost being petitioned as a Luna of more than one pack.
Randy meant the best in the fight with Justin. He and I have grown to understand one another through the months since he rescued us from Alpha King Juden.
He peered up from his cards, tossing a few uncooked beans down between us. “I call.”
“I match,” I breathed, these little games the only thing keeping me sane sometimes. L
