Isla’s POV

I woke up in the pack hospital. Max was beside me holding my hand and stroking my hair out of my face.

“Oh, baby I am so glad that you are awake. I'm not so happy about the fact that you put yourself into such a shitty situation like that.” Max gushed and I smiled.

“What about Miller?” I asked not sure how long I had been out of it for.

Max sat back in the chair and sighed as he rubbed at his forehead.

“He's gone,” he answered me without looking my way at all.

What did he mean by gone?

Was he hiding something from me?...