Jolie POV

I woke three days later to find the compound transformed into a diplomatic circus.

Through the window, I see tents erected across the clearing, official-looking vehicles parked everywhere, wolves in formal attire walking between buildings. It looks like the United Nations crashed into our biker clubhouse.

"What the hell?" I sit up slowly.

Ryder appears in the doorway with coffee. "You're awake, good. We have a situation."

"I can see that." I accept the coffee gratefully. "How long was ...