I couldn't quite grasp that I was holding my wife in my arms. She looked so beautiful, murmuring softly, distress wrinkled on her brow. I was at a loss for a moment.
“Quickly,” said Raven, “Lets get her somewhere comfortable.” He picked her up and carried her through. “Shift you two” he shouted at the cats, who squawked their discontent as they moved.
The cats came closer to inspect Fiona's limp body. “Shadows...” “...and splinters...” “...and wild mountain honey” they sniffed, then started as a rumbling filled the room.
The walls started to bulge.
