Justin POV
She whimpers aimlessly through the night. Randy and Russo both sat with me near the fireplace, steering conversation away from my mate as she was drug right back into the Huntsman possession. The sun was threatening to come over the horizon outside when I had enough.
“I have to wake her up somehow,” I snarled.
Randy caught me first, Russo standing between my beta and my mate, as a failsafe backup in case I made it any closer. I looked through the pixie on Russo’s shoulder, furious with the small creature.
“You can’t wake her up, it could send her into shock,” Randy huffed. “You have to let it play out. He didn’t kill her all those other times he invaded her sleep, Justin. He won’t do it now.”
“I can’t be sure of that until her eyes open,” I snapped. “I have to save her.
