Leila POV:
Back in my hospital room, I carefully tucked the bag beneath my bed, hiding it behind a curtain where no one would casually spot it. I'd packed everything essential: clothes for Ash, diapers, milk powder, bottles—anything we'd need once we were out of here. A few of my own clothes and the money I'd saved from Drake's allowances were tucked into the side pockets. The plan had to be airtight; I couldn't afford any mistakes.
Once the bag was secured, I took a steadying breath, straightening myself. I knew I couldn't act suspiciously. I had to carry on as though nothing had changed, as if I was simply getting ready to move to the cottage Drake's pack had set up for us.
Glancing around the room, I mentally went over every detail of the plan. It wouldn't be long now. Tonight, Ash and I would be gone, and I'd take him somewhere he wouldn't have to witness the twisted loyalty of a pack that had so easily turned against his mother.
