My eyes flew open. I shot upright without thinking, my fists raised and my claws halfway out.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I searched the room. Every muscle in my body tensed, ready for another attack. Looking for Deucalion.
“Easy!” A familiar voice broke through the panic. “Back from the land of the dead?”
I turned toward the voice. Mike stood near the door with a grin on his face. It took me a second to realize where I was. The fight… the school… Deucalion… they were gone.
I looked around again. The room smelled of medicine. Cabinets filled one wall, and several bottles sat neatly on a shelf. Then my eyes landed on Ryan. He was standing beside the bed. For a moment I simply stared at him.
“Ryan…”
He smiled faintly. “Hey bro.”
Relief hit me harder than any punch Deucalion had
