The sorcerer wasn’t here, just slumbering wolves.
I breathed a long sigh of relief, and waved Sam and Jaxson into the room.
“The coast is clear.”
Sam froze as the beam of her flashlight illuminated the suspended bodies,
“My gods…”
A dark rage spread across Jaxson’s face as he shone his light from one
body to the next. The muscles in his arms twitched as his signature boomed
around us. My body trembled even as heat pooled in my center.
Shit, my wires were seriously crossed.
“We need to get them out of here,” Jaxson growled.
Sam shot forward and began pulling the roots away from the closest
shifter. “How are they here and in Magic Side as well?”
I could hear her heartbeat and practically taste her panic.
“I think we’re in the Dreamlands,” Jaxson whispered as he counted the
figures. “Shit. It’s not everyone.”
The Dreamlands? Fuck. I helped Sam rip the roots from around the
sleeping body as a shudder worked its way up my spine. The moment I pulled
the last root free, the woman’s eyes shot open, and I gasped.
She turned her head as if looking at someone behind my shoulder.
“Mary? Where am I? I was having a nightmare…”
Then the sound of her voice and her form faded away into nothing.
“What just happened?” Sam asked, stunned.
“I think she woke up,” I whispered as I looked from Sam to Jaxson.
Suddenly, I was certain of what was going on. “Jaxson’s right. This isn’t just
a cave in Forks. It’s a portal to the Dreamlands. If we free the people here,
they’ll wake in the real world.”
Jaxson spun his light around the room. “We need to cut these people
down before Kahanov returns.”
A familiar chuckle sounded from the passage ahead, and a sickening
dread crawled down my spine.