Nathan
The blazing fires painted the horizon in deep hues of orange and crimson, as if the very sun itself had descended upon our town.
We were on the outskirts, looking at the devastation from a distance. A black plume of smoke stretched skyward, punctuating the serene azure of the night sky with its blackened gloom.
Behind us lay the dense forest, with its tall trees and thick underbrush, a stark contrast to the burning town. Before us, chaos reigned, and Olivia was still not emerging from the mouth of the mines.
“The twins,” I whispered, the haunting thought of their safety slicing through my mind like a shard of glass. “And Clint.”
Levi, standing beside me, looked as haunted as I felt. His eyes, usually calm and collected, bore a storm of emotions. Angela, with her
