The smoke thickened fast and it didn’t drift the way a normal fire would. It stayed low and controlled like someone had planned exactly where it would burn.
“That’s not an accident.” I said.
“No. It’s a message.” Drake replied keeping his eyes locked on the treeline. And I saw Blade already moving.
“Buckets, hoses, anything that holds water.” He snapped and his voice carried across the yard.
Havok pointed toward the side of the property.
“Cut it off before it spreads. And keep it away from the main line.” Havok ordered.
The yard exploded into motion again and it wasn’t panic or hesitation. Because everyone knew exactly what needed to be done.
I grabbed a bucket without thinking and headed toward the treeline. Drake caught my arm for half a second before letting it go.
“Stay
