Gerald's POV
Ever since I was discharged from the hospital, everyone has been treating me as if I were some breakable plate. I hated the look of sympathy they cast in my way. I was an Alpha for the moon goddess's sake! Everyone was acting as if I had some deadly illness and could break down anytime soon.
I just got shot. I did not survive fighting a war. The council members were keen on me catching the person who shot me, as if they cared about my well-being.
I know most of them were very disappointed that I survived. They were all hoping that I would die in the operating room, but too bad for them, I am here, and I am stronger than an ox. It will take more than just some bullets to put me down. Annabelle will have to try a lot harder than that.
Something tells me that she wasn't ai
