#Chapter 93 A Vote

Justin POV

I pace the porch, watching the intake of wizards all whisper and gossip around the town square. My body is sore beyond measure, but my mind was working overtime trying to make sense of everything that has occurred.

Randy jobs up to the house, taking a set of jeans that I toss in his direction after checking on the warriors are the border of the pack boundaries.

“He’s almost here,” Randy huffs, shaking his head. “What do you want to do with him when he gets back?”

“I want to know why he left in the middle of the night at a critical time!” I barked. “My father is ill, my pack is growing in size, and he goes out for a midnight stroll and comes back hours later? He has some explaining to do.”

Randy glanced over his shoulder, gulping obviously. “Looks like we’ll get our answer soon.”

Russo limps forward toward my house. He’s wearing a pair of worn pants, his entire chest and abdomen smeared in red, crimson blood. I flinch at the downwind of his scent, the smell of that blood so