ATLAS’S POV
Atlas sat trembling over Scarlette’s body as she laid in the makeshift hospital bed Lillian had made when they came back to Scarlette’s parents house. It was her bed but right now he wished she would just wake up. It had been three days and two nights. He was going to be here when she woke. Everyone was trying to get him to eat, or some other mundane thing to get him out of the room.
When Lillian would come in to change the bandages on her abdomen Atlas growled every time. He knew she wasn’t going to hurt her, but the wound did and it made him think of the biggest time he had let his mate down. He wasn’t there to protect her when Lola had shot her.
He was on edge ever since it happened. Snapping at everyone. Lillian had came in several times the first night checking on bo
