I watched as the night sky was ablaze with color, white hot flames flickering from a bright yellow into that burnt orange tone. The smell of charred wood infiltrated my nostrils and watching from afar as if it were a huge bonfire.
“You ready?” Octavia called. The transport was ready to take us to the nearest airport, a medivac had arrived courtesy of Rocky Mountain Pack to take Michael to their state-of-the-art pack hospital. The rest of us would be transiting the interstate to get to the nearest domestic airport. Then we would fly the rest of the way to Denver.
I felt a sense of closure and comfort watching the blood moon pack burn. In my opinion, there was no redeeming that pack. All the innocents were given refuge at Evergreen, most of them were excited for their fresh start, for man
