I only knew that something carried me forward, out of the room, through air and scent and sound. There were hands near me once, not holding, guiding. There was Caius's voice, not close enough and then close again. There was cold air, sudden and clean, striking through heat like a blade through rope.
Then the world returned.
I was outside.
The ground was beneath all four of my feet.
For a moment I didn't understand what feet meant. They weren't feet. Paws pressed into cold earth, claws digging slightly into frozen ground. My breath came out in harsh bursts, white in the air.
I lifted my head.
The pack house stood behind Caius.
He was crouched in front of me with both hands raised, palms open, not touching me. His coat was gone, or maybe I'd torn it, I didn't know. His hair was disord
