Eloise's POV:
I lay on the bed and looked at my bandaged legs and feet. It was only when I suddenly relaxed that I felt how painful these wounds were.
Some of my nerves might have been broken if I wasn't a werewolf. I couldn't even imagine the damage that would happen.
'I've already seen him.' She was sorry that she couldn't help me more, but I was the one who didn't want to trouble her. I'd already caused too much of an impact on her life, and this was just too serious.
After she left, I returned to being alone. Only then did I start to consider the whole matter seriously.
Even though I knew who brought me here, no one would believe it was Lisa. After all, in everyone's eyes, she was fragile and perfect, like a rose.
So many people hated me when I was at Atticus' place. Some of them were even qualified to be called supervisors. I believed that Atticus would also find it difficult to believe my words.
