Third person.
The journey back from the depths of Hell felt like an eternity.
Fey could still hear the echoes of Bishop’s tortured screams in her mind, but the weight of his punishment was beginning to lift from her shoulders. Hades, ever so silent and imposing, walked beside her, his presence a constant reminder of the power and authority he wielded. Fey had never really comprehended the power Hades possessed until now. She took a glance to really look at him and she saw a completely different man to the one she first met.
The air around them was thick with the scent of burning brimstone, but as they moved further from inferno the oppressive heat began to fade, replaced by the cool, crisp air of the world outside.
Fey’s thoughts drifted back to the pack house waiting for her—a pla
