#Chapter 35 Plagiarized Proof

Helen POV We ran through the village in the dead of night. The moon was a fingernail of a sliver, thrown into the stars above without a care of our actions. I had to cover my lingering heat in the heavy perfumes littered in the bathroom closet, my scent terrible now and even more of a headache for Justin, his powers more acutely tuned than most and overwhelmed by the smells stuck to his mate’s body. He held my hand and pressed me close to his body all the same, dodging through the estate until we could rush back to the court. “In here,” he rattled, opening a back room full of file boxes and mounds of manila envelopes sealed as evidence to crimes that happened ages ago. He shut the door behind me, pointing to a desk on the far wall. “That box there.” It read in clear, bold font, Lycan Mate Case. I turned my nose up at the causal way they seemed to label my status. I was his mate, sure, but I had a name and my fur was finally acceptable in their minds. Yet still, the only