Jolie POV

The guest suite they give us is obscenely luxurious.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook manicured gardens, costly furniture, a bathroom with a tub big enough for four people. I walk to the window and look out at grounds I used to sneak through, trying to avoid pack members who thought tormenting me was entertainment.

"Are you okay?" Ryder closes the door behind us, immediately checking for security threats out of habit.

"I lived here for years." My voice sounds distant even to my own ...