Helanie:
"So I was basically an animal for a month," Emmet and I had sat down in the living room, waiting for the others to arrive while I decided to help him with his wounds since he didn’t want to transition.
"I wouldn’t call it that. You just had your wolf take over," I tried to make him feel less guilty.
"No wonder my wolf doesn’t want to shift for another few hours," he hissed, almost like he was talking to his wolf too.
"Let me clean the wounds for you," I laughed awkwardly as I sat down on the couch with him. He looked tired and kept moving his arms around to stretch and get his limbs back in place.
He spread his arms and leaned his head back on the couch, closing his eyes, then noticed that I had been sitting on the edge, waiting for him to help me a little with the task at hand.
He tiredly moved forward just enough to take off his shirt. I watched him unbutton it while keeping his eyes shut from how exhausted he was. Then, in one quick motion, he took it off and threw it onto the empty sofa beside us.
I held my breath seeing him shirtless again. He leaned back once more, resting his head with his eyes still closed. I started to clean his wounds, feeling shy and awkward too.
I kept thinking about the day he’d find out about the brothers and me. That my mates had decided to share me. But of course, I wouldn’t be the one to tell Emmet. I felt too shy around him.
"What is it?" I hadn’t realized he noticed I’d been staring at him for a little too long. The moment he opened his eyes, I looked away, folding my hands in my lap now that he was bandaged up.
"Are you unhappy? Did something happen while I was gone?" he asked, his hand reaching toward my cheek before he stopped himself and let it fall back down.
"No, it’s not like that," I replied, taking a deep breath before saying, "Rune got Salem killed."
The moment those words left my mouth, Emmet shot up on the couch, his eyes demanding eye contact, his full attention on me.
"Helanie, what are you saying? Salem is—?" I heard the emotion pour out of his mouth in the form of words.
"She was marked and pregnant when the Zharns ate her alive. She felt all the pain," I stopped talking when a hiccup caught in my throat.
"I—," Emmet seemed like he was having a hard time swallowing the information, "are you okay?"
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