“Raine… wake up.”

The voice dragged me out of white fire and darkness. My lungs seized, air tearing into me like knives. The ground was cold again, not the fissure, not molten earth, but stone. Hard, damp, and real.

I opened my eyes.

The pack’s great hall loomed above me. The vaulted ceiling of stone arches, banners of crimson and black swaying in the torchlight. My heart stuttered. Somehow we weren’t in the abyss anymore. We were home.

Except the stench of fear told me ...