Archer's heat dashed from my body, and terror replaced it, wrapping ice around my stomach. What was happening out there?

I listened hard for any sound from Archer, but I couldn't hear anything over the fight outside. He had to be getting a gun or another weapon. He should've just taken the bow and arrows still leaning in the corner.

I made to stand, painfully slow. I was a good shot when I had enough time to aim. I could help drive the wolves off while standing ...