LEO'S POV.
I sat beside Isabel, my fingers curling into fists as I tried to rein in my anger. She was still unconscious. Five good hours and she was still unconscious. Her face was unnaturally pale, and all I could think of was the deep red that stained the bandage wrapped around her forehead. Archer growled inside me angry and restless.
"Mate is hurt!" He growled and I rolled my eyes in irritation. "Yeah, no kidding, Archer. I have eyes, buddy, I can see that!"
"She should wake soon, Alpha," Doctor Summers assured me again, causing my attention to snap to her. "But we must keep an eye on her for the next twenty-four hours. Head injuries can be unpredictable."
I gave her a curt nod, and she bowed before leaving the room.
I didn't need anyone to tell me that. I already knew. But that
