Evelyn's POV
I hadn’t even finished my coffee when the sky started looking… off.
The sunlight, usually clear and crisp, was muted, like someone had draped a gray veil over it. Slowly, it started to yellow. I thought it was just the weather changing—until Vernon stood up and stared toward the tree line, his expression tightening.
“That’s not sunset,” he said.
I followed his gaze and noticed a weird gray patch rising from the treeline, curling upward unnaturally. Not clouds. Smoke.
The next second, the camp erupted.
“Fire on the north side!” Ben yelled as he bolted out, “Wind’s pushing toward us—everyone, evac now!”
The chill, easy-going vibe we’d had a minute ago evaporated. People moved like they’d rehearsed this a hundred times. Lena shoved the first-aid kit into my arms, rapid-fir
