Chapter Twenty-One: Jaxon

"Damn it," I mutter under my breath, pursing my lips in annoyance.

"Your mom's going to kill us."

Only if the forest continues to burn, Azazel growls.

I raise my hand and focus on the fire tearing through the forest, blocking out everything else. I curl my fingers as the flames slowly start to die.

I wait until the red glow is completely gone before lowering my hand.

"That's great, now nothing more will burn. But what about the trees that are already charcoal?" Fara growls.

I sigh, my shoulders dropping. "I don't know," I say. Thick plumes of smoke curl into the sky, the acrid smell burns my nose and makes my eyes water. Small gray flecks fall around us, but I can't tell if it's snow or ash.

"Do you see that?" Ash asks, pointing to the trees.

My eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"The smoke looks like it's moving."

He's right. In the most damaged part of the forest, the smoke looks like it's weaving through th