*Canaan*

The world around me is muffled as I try to open my eyes. The intense pain I felt right before I passed out is still present, though I can’t feel it quite as sharply now as I could before. Justin hovers over me, holding a bottle under my snout .I assume it’s some sort of smelling salts. I almost wish he hadn’t bothered. I think I’d rather be out when my entire body feels like I’ve been trampled by a thousand stampeding horses.

“Ellison and the others are under attack,” he says, jarring me back to reality. I try to sit up, but he won’t let me. “A mob...