LEO'S POV
It was....hard. Sitting there, watching her eat, was harder than I thought it would be. Her every movement screamed fear—every tremor of her hand, every flinch, the way she tensed up at the mere sound of my voice. It was wrong. It twisted something in my chest, something unfamiliar. Guilt? Regret? I wasn’t sure, but I hated the feeling. I hated the weight of it.
It hasn't even been up to twenty minutes since I brought her back from the hospital and I was already wishing I'd just left her there.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I didn't want her back at the pack house, or that I wasn't happy she'd recovered enough to return home. It was the fact that she got worse as soon she turned her back to the hospital building. If I thought she was afraid of me before it was ten times
