20. Armor

Liliana’s POV

“Raven, come over here,” I try to stifle my giggling when she collapses against the door, she closed it like she’s already longing for her mates.

“You will see them soon,” Kitty reassures, grabbing Raven’s hand she guides her to the middle of the room where we can help her get dressed into the armor Eya and Vaari made for her.

“I know, I just hate when they leave,” Raven pouts, the rest of us giggle at how ridiculous, and cute she’s being.

“They’re only downstairs, you’ll be ok,” Freya promises, keeping Raven from swaying, by holding her steady with Kitty’s help.

“They always make me feel better, they make things easier,” Raven slurs her confession, making me giggle. I walk over and help them convince her to surrender her towel.

“Kitty, can you start brushing out her hair, Eya, when you’re ready you can hand me the under shirt and padding,” I instruct the women who have become my sisters.

“You really think you can make all the werewolves lycans?” I question my sist