Peru groaned hard as he came to.
A splitting headache hit him, making his head bang like there was a blacksmith hitting iron against an anvil within his head. Some people were shouting, he thought, as he struggled to open his eyes.
Peru finally opened his eye, only to be lost for long seconds. He was in the middle of a raging battle.
“Awake boy?” A voice asked and a face looked down at him. It was Uncle Kunle.
The whole event in the corridor slammed back at him.
“You’re just right on time,” Uncle Kunle was saying. He grabbed him heavily and turned Peru’s gaze towards the battlefield.
Peru’s eyes widened as he watched, tongue-tied for long minutes.
They were still on their estate grounds, in the forest around the borders where his father had earlier sent his brother to battle the shadow wolves who were said to have infiltrated their lands.
His brother and
