Leila's POV:
I stared out the window of the hospital room, my mind a swirling storm of anger, confusion, and hurt. The distant hum of the machines, the faint beeping—none of it registered fully. I was consumed by the whirlwind inside me.
How could Drake not believe me?
It was like a constant, painful loop playing over and over in my head. He didn't trust me. The one person who was supposed to know me better than anyone else, the one who swore to stand by me no matter what—he didn't trust me.
I felt weak, both physically and emotionally. I was still recovering, my body sore from the surgery, my wolf barely whispering within me. Layla was still weak too, unable to heal me fully because of the wolfbane that had ravaged my system. But none of that compared to the ache I felt from Drake's betrayal. It cut deeper than anything physical ever could.
