MASON
The hospital room was quiet and the only sound was the beeping of the monitors. I sat in the chair beside Isobel’s bed and watched as her chest rose and fell as she rested. She looked so fragile that it made my chest ache. The bruises on her skin, the tiredness on her face, and the fact that she had collapsed outside the pack house made me mad. Whoever did this to her would pay.
I clenched my fists, and my jaw tightened as I thought about our conversation. She was hiding something. I wasn’t stupid, I could see it in her eyes, and the way she hesitated before she answered. She was scared, but of what? Or who?
I didn’t realize how lost in thought I was until I heard her voice. “What are you thinking about?”
I turned to look at her and she was awake, looking at me with a curiosity.
