I spent the next few days recovering in the sterile hospital room, the scent of antiseptic filling the air. Kaidon didn’t visit. He had forgotten about me, too wrapped up in Elara’s presence to spare a thought for me. My wolf howled in frustration, a deep, primal sorrow that echoed within my very soul.
Gideon was my only visitor. Each day, he would come, bringing me news from the pack and trying to lift my spirits. He also attempted to talk to Kaidon about my situation, but Kaidon’s dismissive response echoed in my mind. "I don’t want to hear about her," he had said, disgust dripping from his words.
A week later, Kaidon finally remembered me. He arrived with Elara by his side, his eyes catching mine for a brief moment before flitting away. "Luna, I didn’t know you were in the hospital," he said, a flash of guilt crossing his face. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.