#Chapter 97 My New Cell

Helen POV I was dropped off in my cell, wrapped in a towel and soaking wet from my bath. I still had soap on my skin and the freezing cold basement of the pack house wasn’t helping me calm down. I panted my cries, screaming for my mate, hearing the scuffle continue on upstairs with Randy and Justin. It took all I had just to try and stand up, to look through the little wardrobe of clothes Randy put together in my cell. I slipped on some silk sets of pajamas and fell into the soft bed with heavy blankets. My skin is tainted all over in marks and I know I don’t even look like myself. But Justin knows me. He should know I would never hurt him. The fight upstairs grew louder and I ducked under the blanket when heavy, pounding steps came down into the barracks. The cell door unlocked at once and hands grabbed at my wrists. I gasped into a scream, only to see Russo standing over me, not Justin. “I know, little wolf,” he groaned, handing me a bunch of snacks and foil cover