My Mate Poisoned Our Son for Dating His Assistant on Valentine's Day
While Noah slept under healing spells, I checked us into a suite at the Moon Valley Hotel.
The staff, seeing his bandaged face, rushed to help without questions.
They gathered emergency supplies - clothes, food, special burn medicine for Noah.
One older she-wolf brought extra blankets, her eyes soft with sympathy.
"My sister escaped an abusive mate too," she whispered. "Stay strong, dear."
Looking at my sleeping pup's bandaged face, I made a silent vow.
Marcus and Sarah would pay for every mark on his precious skin. Every tear he'd shed.
With shaking hands, I pulled out Sarah's crystal communicator that I'd grabbed in the chaos.