Isabella’s POV.
As much as I tried to get over what May had said, the thought still lingered in my mind, her voice reeling in like a background whisper even though I was hours away from the moment.
“I pity you.”
“I feel sorry for you.”
What did that even mean?
As much as the thoughts lingered, I tried to concentrate on the work I had at hand. The many patients that were wounded and were being transported to our clinic.
Myself and a team of nurses were standing with her hearts thundering in our chests while we worked on what remained of these victims.
From what I had gathered, they were victims of another rogue attack.
It happened not too long ago at the edge of the border, many families were attacked by the claws and vileness of the rogues that harmed them.
“This one,” I pointed t
