Kestrel's POV
I don't know whose name that was, but he's so hot, so hot like his body is on fire and the interior of the bus feels like an oven despite the evening chill outside, the leather seats is sticky against my skin. The windows are fogged with condensation, creating a private bubble around us in the otherwise empty vehicle.
"Tyler," I turn and ask shakily, my voice barely audible over Zeph's labored breathing. "What's happening to him?"
Tyler runs a hand through his disheveled red hair, his Sally Royal Hockey jersey torn and bloodstained. "I don't know why he's burning up, but it's not good."
He rushes to open the bus windows, the cool mountain air rushing in, carrying the scent of pine and distant campfires. Outside, I can see students gathering around the main cabin for dinne
