Helen Park Cold War Novels & Stories

But there was something else—something new. A candle burned faintly on the old piano in the corner. Someone had been here. Recently. Liam motioned for me to stay back as he moved forward, his gun raised. I followed anyway, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Kayla,” a voice said softly from the shadows. My breath caught. Helen stepped into view, her face illuminated by the candlelight. She looked exactly the same—poised, calm, her eyes sharp and knowing. Not a single trace of the wound I’d seen her die from.

Helen, who wasn't stupid, seemed to have realized something and immediately said, "Mr. Mitaka, I know Reed is with you. Come on, both of you should be here quickly or my Lita will die." Dave answered in a hoarse voice, "Okay." By the time we arrived, a police car and ambulance was parked at the entrance of the Defiant Family house. We entered the room and saw police and doctors in the living room. Helen was upstairs, blocking the door of the bathroom inside the bedroom, forbidding anyone from going in. Thomas stood aside with an anxious look on his face. Helen's eyes brightened when she saw us. "Mr. Mitaka, you're here! Please stop Lita." As she spoke, she made way for us.

Then the door opened a crack. A woman peered out. Mid-thirties, exhausted eyes, blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She wore a diner uniform with a name tag that read "Helen." "Can I help you?" Her voice was cautious. "Helen Randolph?" "Yes?" I saw the moment recognition hit. Her eyes widened. Her face went pale. "Alpha Jaxon." She opened the door wider, her hands trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize... please, come in."

He was surprised when Helen came in and stepped closer to him, almost as if she were trying to draw comfort from him. “They are going to figure out the use of the weapons,” she explained, and the way she sniffled suggested that she was trying to hold back tears. Snarl opened his mouth to protest that he already knew how the weapons were used, but Helen continued, “Damon wants to be sure that the foreign pack does not have more of this before he declares war.”

Chapter 89: A Prime Directive The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Both Casey Peterson and Rick Channon filed into the kitchen of The Peterson residence knowing full well that Helen had gone to work and there was no sign of the brute being anywhere around. Casey had told Rick all about the older wolf stalking his home and speaking with his mother before they left the store. Rick didn't seem all that bothered by it, although he had not liked the idea of the old brute being anywhere near Helen. After grabbing one for himself, Casey slowly ventured toward the fridge and passed Rick a bottle of water.

It was the reason she avoided seeing David for the past months. During that period she was probably sick, Helen didn’t visit David like she used to. She went away, wanting to recluse until death came. But Peter tracked her down. Helen had been brewing some coffee that day in the cottage located in a small county in New York when Peter arrived. Her instincts warned her to call David… She knew it was time she revealed everything to him and encrusted her daughter in his hands. Helen saw what was about to happen before it happened.