Primal Cleansing

Helena POV

I bury my head in Artie's neck as he carries me through the pack house. I hate that I blocked him from our bond, but I needed to focus on my anger and not his concern. I open our bond and the feelings of love and support overwhelm me. Tears begin to flow, wetting Artie's shirt. When I hear the click of a door, I assume we are in our guest room. It's not until I feel the warm spray of