"Are you sure?" Romeo asked as he walked behind her toward the pack prison.
"I am," she said with a more determined expression. "They're kids, Romeo, kids!"
"I know, Helena," he sighed before pulling her back, making her stop. "Helena, you just woke up. You were poisoned just the other day. Are you sure you can go through an interrogation that could take hours?"
"What else would I do, Romeo?" Helena asked. "Mom has everything handled for the Rite."
"Rest?" he dared to ask.
"I'm fine, I promise," she said in a much kinder tone.
'They are just worried about us,' Hera told her.
'Romeo and Ryder should know better,' she hissed at her wolf.
"You'll tell me if you want to rest?" Romeo asked her.
"I will," Helena promised.
Romeo held her hand and led the way this time.
The pack prison blended in with the surrounding buildings. It looked like it was a shop, and this was intentional since most packs didn't want people trying to rescue their imprisoned companions.
