Dark clouds began to gather, swirling above Logan as if the sky above him had turned into a magnet attracting all of them. The moon disappeared behind their thick shroud, plunging the area where Logan sat into pitch-black darkness.
Lightning cracked across the sky — each strike like a warning of what was about to unfold.
Most people had already gone to bed, but the sudden roar of the wind and the violent shaking of doors and windows jolted them awake. Those who were already up rushed outside, bewildered by the chaos.
People pointed toward the horizon, their voices trembling. "What the hell is that? Why did the clouds suddenly started gathering there?"
"A storm is coming… a ferocious one at that," others murmured in disbelief.
At the Smith Villa, everyone awoke with a start and hurried outside. Their gazes lifted to the sky, in the same direction where the black clouds were thickest.
