Chapter 65

"Your mommy is going to be here any minute, let's get your shoes on." I tell the little girl, placing her bag aside.

Grabbing the Doc Martins from the bottom of the steps, I help Lottie into her shoes despite her whole 'independence' thing she has going on.

Phoebe arrives exactly thirty seconds later, thanking us in a rush as she hurries back to her mate. The issue with rogues on the borders is never ending, last night her mate was ambushed and he's in pretty bad shape, hence why Lottie stayed with us.

"Do you think he's going to make it?" I ask Hardin softly, knowing how severe the damage to Phoebes mates chest is.

"I have to, for that little girls sake." Are the words Hardin responds with, solemnly.

"I should have been out there." I sigh.

"There were too many, you kept the pups safe and that's more important that anything else during war." Hardin says, gently grabbing my hand.

Knowing how I feel about this, I suppose he's trying to comfort me. But I just look up at him, not comforte