Jolie POV
I woke up in paradise.
The bed is enormous, with sheets softer than anything I've ever felt. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a room that's bigger than the entire apartment I shared with three other pack members back home.
For a moment, I forget where I am. Then reality crashes back the crash, the rescue, Ryder's possessive words claiming me as his.
My ribs ache when I sit up, and the bandage on my forehead pulls tight. But I'm alive and free, which is more than I expected few hours ago.
Someone has left clothes on the dresser. Jeans that look like they might fit, a soft gray sweater, and underwear still in packages. The thoughtfulness of it makes my throat tight.
I dress carefully, wincing when the sweater brushes against my bruised ribs. In
