Jolie POV

The first hour of riding wasn't so bad.

I focused on the rhythm of Ryder's bike. The rumble of engines around us. The way the pack moved together it distracted me from the burning in my chest.

The second hour, the pain got worse.

Every bump in the road sent shocks through my body. My arms ached from holding onto Ryder. My head pounded with each heartbeat.

By the third hour, I was barely holding on.

"We need to stop." Ryder's voice cut through the wind and engine noise. He was slowing ...