Drake's POV:
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The word echoed in my head like a curse, each repetition digging deeper into my soul. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have let my anger blind me to the most important thing—her?
Leila.
I should have done more, acted faster. The second the doctor confirmed that she had a large quantity of wolfbane in her system, I should have dragged her to the hospital, to get it cleaned out, purged, something. Instead, I let my anger take over. I stormed out, thinking space was the best thing, thinking I needed time to cool off. But what if I had just stayed? What if I had taken the stupid bottle away from her immediately? What if I had acted like the mate I should be?
