Isabella’s POV
I was sitting in the hospital room all alone.
I told Aron to leave after doctor was done with my checkup. I have few wounds and my shoulder is dislocated but everything will heal in few days.
Werewolves tend to heal at faster pace.
Aron wanted to stay for some more time but I told him to leave.
The question he asked me before leaving kept ringing in my ears,
‘Where does your family live. I will inform them and bring them here' this is what he asked me.
Such a normal question. Anyone in this situation would ask about my family so that they can take care of me.
But I don’t have a family.
When I told him about it, the way he looked at me with pity squeezed my heart painfully.
I hate that gaze. I hate whenever someone looks at me with pity or sympathy.
Even though I a
