Rowan POV
I stared at her in the hospital bed. She was so still, so silent, her red hair cascading over the pillow. I can't even tell you how afraid I was for her. Rather than be with me, she chose to slice her wrists with a large shard of glass. How had it come to this? For it to have gone so far, that she would rather choose death than to remain with me or my pack a moment longer. I was filled with immense guilt, unable to even stand myself at the moment and the brute that I had become.
"My baby" cried Clarissa, barging past me and staring down at her daughter, the tubes and IVs plugged into her, the machines in the room beeping incessantly. She sobbed, standing at the head of the bed, one hand reaching over to grasp her daughter's hand. She whirled her head around and glared at me. "
