ETHAN'S POV
Isabella ended up back in the hospital.
She had a deep gash on her forehead that required multiple stitches. The blow caused a concussion, and the doctors insisted on keeping her overnight.
I hadn’t slept at all. Isabella clung to me the entire time and refused to let me leave, even though her family was with her the whole night.
Even now, I still couldn’t believe Claire had dared to throw a vase at Isabella—with no hesitation, or remorse.
Her eyes were full of hatred at that time, and my gut had been twisting since.
Did she know something?
Had Claire somehow found out what I did all those years ago?
She’d been so distant lately, and it unsettled me more than anything.
Yesterday was a complete disaster.
Out of shock—and with my wolf riled by the sight of blood pourin
