Jolie POV
I wake up to find Luna sitting beside the bed, reading a book. She looks up when I stir, and something in her expression—relief mixed with wariness—tells me this conversation won't be simple.
"There she is." She sets the book aside. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got hit by a truck." I try to sit up and immediately regret it. Every muscle protests, bone-deep exhaustion making even breathing feel like effort. My arms shake with the strain of supporting my weight. "How long was I out?"
"Twelve hours." She hands me a water bottle, watching carefully as I take it with trembling fingers. "Drink. Doc's orders."
I drain half the bottle before asking, "Phoen?"
"Up and walking around like nothing happened." Luna smiles, but there's something complicated in it. "The other injured wolves
