Jolie POV
I wake up in Ryder's bed, sunlight burning through the curtains. My whole body aches like I've been hit by a truck, but it's a good ache. The kind that says I survived something I shouldn't have.
The shower runs in the bathroom. I stretch, wincing at the pull of bruised muscles, and notice my clothes folded on the chair. Someone—probably Luna—brought them while I was passed out.
The water shuts off. Ryder emerges with a towel around his waist, water still dripping from his hair.
"You're awake." He crosses to the bed and sits on the edge. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got thrown into a cage with an angry wolf." I manage a smile. "Oh wait."
He touches my cheek carefully. "Any regrets?"
I think about it. About standing in that cage, about hitting Mara, about the pack howling my
