Madison's POV
The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the hospital room as I sat by Rowan’s bedside. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was a constant reminder of how close we had come to losing everything.
Rowan lay pale but stable.The doctors had assured me that the damage was not too severe, but he would need time to recover fully.
Andrew was in the next room, also recovering from the ordeal. Despite the bruises and the physical toll, his spirit seemed unbroken.
He had faced Alpha Terry and emerged not just as a survivor, but as a leader who had exposed the truth. I felt a surge of pride and gratitude for both Andrew and Rowan, knowing that their courage had changed the course of our future.
The hospital staff moved quietly around us, their swift movements a complete contrast
