The ground surged upward beneath the shelter, hard enough to throw me sideways. The cot tipped. Warriors shouted as the entire tent buckled on its frame. Jack caught me before I hit the floor, arms locking around me as the earth convulsed.
Beau moved instantly to shield us, bracing his body between us and the collapsing wall of canvas. A support pole snapped with a sharp crack, whipping past his shoulder and tearing through the tent roof.
“What is happening,” I gasped.
Before anyone answered, the ground lurched again, not like an earthquake but something controlled, rhythmic, a pulse rising from the soil.
The same pulse that had echoed inside my chest.
Warriors scrambled out of the shelter as the floor split open in jagged lines across the dirt. Crates of medical supplies toppled. Lan
