The twenty-first century doesn't prepare you for 1778.

The first soldier I killed was a kid, and he haunted all my dreams after that.

Without warning, the roar of the traffic and the stink of funeral lilies fade away. Just as Savannah Moore notices that the world around her has changed, a man wraps her in his arms and presses a knife to her throat. Only after she escapes, with the help of Captain Jonathan Wythe, does she realize she has been inexplicably sucked into America's Revolutionary War. Anything Savannah does could alter the course of history and threaten the family she left behind.

But Savannah is not the only one keeping secrets. Jonathan's mission places him at odds with the other Continentals, marking Savannah as a potential spy herself. Haunting his steps is a mysterious dark entity, watching from the woods surrounding the camp and taking sadistic glee in the bloodshed.

Savannah must choose—brave the woods and the redcoats closing in to search for a pathway back to the twenty-first century on her own or follow Jonathan on his time-sensitive mission—because remaining a passive witness may not be an option for long.