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 ...