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. ...