Seventeen
“There are many different kinds of hell. When someone tells you to ‘go to hell,’ ask them to be a little more specific. The odds might be in your favor that way. Or, if you’re like me, it will be the hellest hell of all hells.” ~ Peri
Jewel stared in horror as the pack—people she loved deeply and had been through hell and back with—appeared in the forest about fifty yards from where she and Celise stood. The sprite was chanting in the strange demonic language, her eyes focused on the pack. The rain had let up, now just a slight drizzle, so Jewel could see more clearly. Her eyes immediately found Dalton. The fear she saw on his face crushed her because she knew her actions were the cause. Then his eyes darted to the side, and she knew he saw the shell that was her mother.
“Litt
