Living with a bitch

I tossed and turned throughout the night. Mitch and the others understood what I wanted, and they gave me space. Helen slept in the visitor's room, much to my relief. Who knew what I would have done if she had slept with them?

After an uncomfortable breakfast, I followed them to the hospital. Helen sat in the front with Mike, while Mitch and Miles kept me company at the back. They didn't touch me, respecting my boundaries.

Helen was checked by their family's doctor, a man who was in the council of elders, the same person who was yelling about how preposterous it was for them to have a human mate and how I might have bewitched her.

Somehow, seeing him in that white garb made me itch to drag him by his grey hair and throw him out through the window.

I sat on the receptionist's bench with my mates, who were determined not to leave my side. They didn't bother going in with Helen when she was undergoing a test because they were worried that I might make a run for it should they leave me a