(Isabella’s POV)
Santiago texts me that Layla is in labor. Against my better judgment, I decide to go to the hospital. I don’t have to go inside the room or see Layla or her baby.
There is no risk of running into Jesse. I’ll just go and sit in the waiting room and be there to support Santiago.
The labor and delivery waiting room at the pack hospital is meant to be comfortable and mirror a homelike atmosphere. The ceilings are high, wood-beamed, with a candle-lined chandelier. The walls are a mix of wood panel and stone, with large windows that invite nature into the room.
With a full moon shining in, it almost feels like the Moon Goddess joins the wait. I inhale deeply upon walking in, picking up a faint hint of bleach cleaning solution. It’s somewhat masked by the crackling fire bu
