Jackson rushed up the stairs and out of the shed door into bright sunlight. He didn’t stop there. They had been at the Mountain Pride long enough to get a good feel for the territory. On one of his and Sara’s runs, they had found a field about a mile away from the main pride house. It was secluded and far enough away that hopefully no one would get hurt from the fallout. He used every ounce of speed he had in him.
In what seemed like no time, they made it to the field and he sat her down in the middle of it. He refused to leave her there alone. He knelt behind her, his hands on her waist to help hold her up. Jackson had placed her in the position she had often taken when she had grounded before. She was on her knees, leaning forward so that her fingers sank into the ground.
“Ground it,
