Hundred forty-seven

"Fuck!" Sandro groaned as he came to.

His head throbbed, and he blinked rapidly to adjust to the room's lighting. But no matter what he did, his vision blurred even more, the ringing in his ears only grew louder, and he doubted it would stop soon.

He was in a... Room? He pondered, a frown forming on his face as he recalled being near the cave where Arabella was before they were swept into the whirlwind. Now, this place was nothing like a forest.

"Brianna," he called. She was the only one who could explain what had happened.

Sandro heard a groan beside him and turned to see Blaze huddled over.

"Blaze?" he said, making sure he was really seeing him.

Just then, his vision cleared, and he glanced around. Sandro stood abruptly as he realized where he was. He was in his room. Everything was intact, just as he'd left it.

Sandro stepped towards the window, shifted the curtains, and peered out. He noticed his pack members were outside, too. They chatted happily and embraced each other.

Turning