#Chapter 89 Healing Without Helen

Justin POV It happened so fast. And it didn’t make any sense. Gwen worked on my back again, having to redo her work every hour on the dot just to pull the poison from my blood stream. I laid on our bed, suffocating myself with Helen’s scent, and growling every time I inhaled it. I missed her so much and that’s what she does in return? She betrayed me! Gwen tweaked with my spine and I snarled in response, Randy and the Fae holding back nearby as though ready to pounce if I were to attack our frail little healer. I shouldn’t be surprised because fury is all my Lycan felt now. It’s all I had left to deal with. I needed something to cling onto and it wasn’t Helen—not anymore. “It doesn’t make sense,” Randy growled, slamming his fist into the wall; again. “She may have been confused, Lycan,” Russo offered. “She would never betray you, I know she wouldn’t. She worked so hard to free those wizards so why would she turn around and want to stab—” “ENOUGH!” I roared. “She