ISABEL'S POV
The hospital room was filled with silence. Archer—Leo—lay unmoving on the bed, his massive wolf form dwarfing the medical equipment surrounding him. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and I could still feel the warmth of his fur beneath my fingers, but it offered little comfort.
Yes he was alive, but he still wasn't waking up.
My words echoed in my mind: Please wake up, Leo.
But there was no response. Not even a twitch of his ears.
I shifted uncomfortably in the chair beside him, leaning forward until my forehead nearly rested on the edge of the bed. Exhaustion pulled at me, but I refused to close my eyes. Every time I blinked, I saw the rogue alpha's sneering face. His words had ignited a fire in Leo—a fury so intense that it triggered the dark shift. I hope he
