Chapter 82
Luna
The tempest is on its way, and I think it's going to tear me from everyone and everything, just like in my dream. The winds are howling, screaming through the rafters, whistling through the telephone poles. Axel hasn't stopped by to make sure we're safe, even though I put my name on his list like he asked. He's supposed to tell us where to go if things get worse. We're not safe—we never even got the shutters on. The triplets are frantically trying to get them up before the worst of it hits.
While they're busy, I decide to run back to Axel's and get the emergency plan myself, since he was too mad to bring it to me. Head down, raincoat wrapped around my body and tied securely at the waist, I power through the wind that nearly takes me off my feet. When I get to his porch, I have to pry open the screen door with both hands. I don't bother knocking, just hurl myself inside and release the door, afraid it'll knock me out if it hits me.