KADE'S POV
I woke up to a ceiling I didn't recognize and a headache that felt like Roto had spent the night clawing at the inside of my skull.
My vision swam when I tried to sit up, the room tilting at an angle that made my stomach lurch, and I dropped back against the pillows with a groan that scraped my throat raw. Everything hurt in that dull, distant way injuries felt right before the body remembered exactly how much it was supposed to hurt.
I blinked hard, forcing the room into focus, and found two figures standing near the foot of the bed.
My father stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the way it always was, carved from the same granite he'd built this entire pack on. Beside him, Roman leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching me with an expression that
