White hot pain shot through me as I crashed down onto a hardwood floor. My ribs ached and it took a moment before I could get a breath in. I was disoriented, but my adrenaline allowed me to force myself to my feet. I scanned the area around me and froze.
I wasn’t in the towering pine forest anymore. I was standing in the study of the packhouse. The room was empty except for me, but I could hear the telltale bustle of the pack out in the hallways. I was home.
How was this possible? Had I passed out on the battlefield? Was this a dream?
A woman’s scream cut through my thoughts and I looked up in time to see Sybil fall to the ground with a resounding thud.
She groaned in pain and struggled to sit up. Her movements were jerky and erratic. She was panicking.
I rushed to her and knelt beside her. “Don’t move,” I ordered. “You’ll make your injuries worse.”
She looked up at me with wide eyes. “What’s happening?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But we’re home.”