“Walkyr, wake up,” Pallu’s deep voice pulled at his consciousness.
Walkyr’s eyes popped open and he stared at his brother. Pallu was kneeling on one knee in front of him. With a confused frown, Walkyr turned his head and gazed around before focusing on his brother again.
“Where am I?” he asked in a gruff tone.
Pallu rose to his feet and extended his hand. Walkyr grabbed it, and together they brought him to his feet. His mind was beginning to clear, but his confusion remained. Where was he and how the hell had he gotten here?
“You are near the perimeter of the rebel camp,” Pallu answered in a voice laced with confusion.
His brother’s bewildered tone told him that he would have no answers to any of Walkyr’s questions. Walkyr tensed when he noticed a shadowy movement behind his brother.
