Jolie POV
I wake up alone.
For a moment, I panic, thinking last night was a dream. But then I see the dried blood on my pillowcase and the first aid kit still open on my dresser, and I know it was real.
I healed him. Actually healed him.
My hands still tingle with phantom warmth as I drag myself out of bed. Everything hurts—not the bone-deep agony of shifting, but a hollow exhaustion like I gave away too much of myself.
The compound is busy when I stumble outside. Wolves are everywhere, working on bikes and carrying supplies. A few glance my way, but no one stares neither do they whisper.
They don't know. Thank god, they don't know.
"Jolie." Knox appears beside me, his massive frame blocking out the sun and casting me in shadow. "You look like hell," he observes bluntly, his eyes sc
