24. Angels’ Wrath
I looked out of the window. In the distance I could see a cloud of thick black smoke rising up from somewhere within the forest.
“Danny,” I said. “There’s a huge fire.”
We headed outside for a better look. The breeze carried with it the smell of burning flesh, fur and trees.
“A turning point has been reached, I think. We need to take a look.”
He held out his hand and I smacked it away. I folded my arms across my chest and gave him the most serious look I could muster. I didn’t think it was as good as his don’t mess with me face, but it was going to get my message across.
“No,” I said firmly. “You were out of it for three days. Not one day. Not two days. Three. I say you’re not strong enough.”
He held out his hand again.
“I need to know what’s going on. One minute
