HARPER'S POV
I can't sleep.
I have been lying here for what feels like hours, staring at the ceiling like it is supposed to give me answers. My shoulder throbs like hell, the bandages feel too tight, and every time I close my eyes, I see the same thing: blood, betrayal, the twisted expression on that wolf's face before I took him down, the look on Asher's face when he dragged me out of that mess.
It won't stop playing. Like some broken loop I can't shut off.
I should feel relief. I survived. Again. But all I feel is… raw. Tired. Numb. Pissed off. And underneath all that, buried so deep I almost can't stand it, is the worst feeling of all.
Disappointment.
In him.
In me.
In everything.
There is a soft knock at the door, and I already know who it is. I don't say a
