Ryder POV
Something is wrong.
I know it the moment I catch Jolie's scent in the hallway outside her room. There's blood mixed in with her usual soft fragrance, along with something sharp and metallic that makes my wolf pace restlessly.
I knock on her door, but there's no answer. "Jolie?"
Silence.
I try the handle and find it unlocked. She's curled up on the narrow bed, facing the wall with a blanket pulled over her head. The morning sun streams through the small window, but she hasn't moved to acknowledge it.
"You missed breakfast," I say, stepping into the room.
"I'm not hungry." Her voice is muffled by the blanket, small and distant.
I move closer, and that's when I catch the full scent of blood. My wolf surges forward, demanding I find the source of her injury and eliminate wha
