IT was the commotion at the entrance door that dismissed Natasha from her trance. From her trembling hands, she raised her face only to be greeted by the frantic face of a mate who was coming her way.
Braille made a quick inspection of her body before she was enclosed into a tight embrace.
“Are you alright, baby?”
“I shot someone.” The petite girl whispered.
“I heard.”
The tall woman kissed her mate’s temple as hugged Natasha once again.
“I shot someone, Braille.”
“It was self-defense.” The alpha whispered.
Natasha repeated that she shot someone. Braille caressed her mate’s back to calm her down.
It was understandable for the human Luna to react that way. Though she has been exposed to violence lately, she has not personally executed on taking someone’s life nor physically hu
