Chapter 81 Houseguest

• Helen POV
• Russo is patting his wound dry on his arm, a mark from being handled so roughly by Alpha Justin when he arrived. He shouldn’t have come here, he knew that, but he is a meek guest in our rather disheveled kitchen, lapping water of his bleeding arm.
• “What happened in here, anyways?” The Fae asked, spying the broken table and chairs, not to mention a little bit of blood on the tile. “Looks like there was one hell of a fight.”