Jolie POV
I woke up in our bed. Ryder's arms around me, Doc sitting in the chair by the window. Afternoon light streamed through the glass, warm on my face.
"Welcome back." Doc smiled, setting down his book. "You've been out for six hours."
Six hours? I tried to sit up, but my body protested. Everything hurt. My muscles felt like stretched rubber bands, tight and trembling. Even my bones ached.
"Easy." Ryder's voice rumbled against my back, his chest solid and warm. "You used up everything fighting Thorne. Your body needs time to recover."
The fight. It came back in flashes—silver fire burning through my veins, black fur and snapping teeth, the crowd's shocked silence. I'd won. Actually won. My hands still tingled.
"Is he dead?" I asked, my throat dry and rough.
"No." Doc stood and
