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Chapter 100 The Other Prisoner

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The old witch had gone to gather more supplies for the upcoming ritual.

Sarah waited until the heavy door slammed shut and the sound of her boots faded through the trees before she moved. She carried a tray of food down the steep stairs, into the stone chamber beneath the cabin—cold, damp, and smelling of old spells and rot.

The woman chained in the corner barely lifted her head when Sarah entered. Her wrists were rubbed raw. The iron cuffs around her ankles glowed faintly with spell-burn. Her body was thin, starved of both food and sun. Sarah had seen her like this for months… but the last embers of hope had gone out of her eyes long ago.

“I think I found a way out for both of us,” Sarah whispered.

The woman didn’t speak—just blinked, like she couldn’t tell if she’d heard correctly or if her starving mind was inventing mercy again.

“Kira agreed to help us.”

That name struck her like lightning — not hope, but terror masquerading as hope. The woman inhaled sharply beneath her hood, han
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  • Alora's Windsong   Chapter 100 The Other Prisoner

    The old witch had gone to gather more supplies for the upcoming ritual.Sarah waited until the heavy door slammed shut and the sound of her boots faded through the trees before she moved. She carried a tray of food down the steep stairs, into the stone chamber beneath the cabin—cold, damp, and smelling of old spells and rot.The woman chained in the corner barely lifted her head when Sarah entered. Her wrists were rubbed raw. The iron cuffs around her ankles glowed faintly with spell-burn. Her body was thin, starved of both food and sun. Sarah had seen her like this for months… but the last embers of hope had gone out of her eyes long ago.“I think I found a way out for both of us,” Sarah whispered.The woman didn’t speak—just blinked, like she couldn’t tell if she’d heard correctly or if her starving mind was inventing mercy again.“Kira agreed to help us.”That name struck her like lightning — not hope, but terror masquerading as hope. The woman inhaled sharply beneath her hood, han

  • Alora's Windsong   Chapter 99 Compromise

    Kira was preparing Thorn’s plate when the mindlink hit her like a cold thread, pleading.She froze mid-motion.Thorn didn’t ask what was wrong. He didn’t need to. He turned slightly in his chair and watched her, every shift in her expression, every flicker of calculation behind her eyes.*Kira?* The voice was faint — brittle at the edges — but unmistakably Sarah.Kira didn’t answer. Not yet.Silence was her blade of choice.On the other side of the link, Sarah exhaled shakily. She could feel she had been heard. She could also feel she was being measured.*I know you don’t trust me,* Sarah whispered at last. *But I need your help… and in return I’ll help you.*That was the hinge. Not an apology. A bargain.The one language Kira respected.Her response was a single word — quiet, but edged like a drawn dagger.*How?*Thorn leaned back, watching her with the stillness of an ancient predator who has already guessed what was going on. He waited to see if she would agree to a deal with

  • Alora's Windsong   Chapter 98 Confessions

    Blaise dropped to his knees in front of me as if the ground had given way beneath him. His hands closed around mine like a drowning man clinging to the last solid thing in the world.“I didn’t even know you back then,” he choked out, voice raw. “And she— she seduced me.”His grip trembled. His breathing shook. His shame wasn’t loud — it was crushing.I lifted one hand and laid a finger gently over his lips, stilling the flood before it could drown him.“Look at me,” I spoke to himHe did. Slowly. Afraid.I leaned closer so he couldn’t mistake a word.“We are solid.”His chest collapsed with a shuddered breath. The fear in his eyes cracked — not gone, but shaken loose.“We will always be solid,” I said again, firmer this time — not for comfort, but an anchor.His gaze flickered to Storm sleeping against my shoulder, then back to my face.“He is our world now,” I whispered to him. My thumb brushed a tear from his cheek. “And nothing she says… or ever said… can rewrite us.”The relie

  • Alora's Windsong   Chapter 97 A New Plan

    Sarah sat beside the fire, staring into the red coals. The old witch slept only a few feet away, snoring in her chair, less woman than carrion-bird over a carcass. Sarah’s wrists ached from the silver cuffs biting into bone, but the ache in her chest was worse.She had no one.Or so she thought.Her throat tightened as she reached out through the mindlink again—not toward Lucas, not toward anyone she believed might save her—but toward the one person whose presence had always been there.*Dad…?**Dad, answer me… please.*Silence.Not blocked.Not distant.Gone.She pushed again, harder. *Jake? Dad—please just—answer me—*But there was nothing. Not numbness. Not static.Absence.Like a star snuffed from the sky.Her breath stuttered. Her pulse roared up her spine.He wasn’t shielded. He wasn’t missing. He wasn’t unreachable.He was dead.Sarah curled forward, pressing her forehead to her knees as her body shook once, twice—then went terrifyingly still. The witch shifted in her sleep

  • Alora's Windsong   Chapter 96 The First Strike

    I had just started dinner, and Beth offered to help. Sam had just walked in from the back door. He looked at me with worried eyes, “You ok?” he asked. “Not sure yet,” I said honestly.Something was very wrong, and I needed to keep busy. I knew it was going to be bad.. “Sticky Chicken sounds good,” Beth said, smiling, as she cut her Dad some eyes, warning him not to push the issue. She was trying to take my mind off the storm that was brewing.“It does sound good,” I went to the fridge to get it, but before I could grab the frozen chicken..We heard Storm screaming from my room. I bolted, dropping the chicken on the floor.We all ran to him.His screaming voice shook the walls. His body twisted in the blankets, fists striking at air, trapped in something fierce and unseen.“Ma-ma!” he screamed again, broken and terrified. It tore at my heart.I scooped him into my arms before anyone else could reach him. The moment my skin touched his, the screaming cut off. His body sagged against me

  • Alora's Windsong   Chapter 95 Secrets and Confessions

    I paced the den in tight circles, unable to settle. The carpet beneath my feet had become a path worn by worry. Something in Sarah’s voice wouldn’t leave my head, and every instinct in me screamed this wasn’t a coincidence — it was the beginning of something shifting.Blaise stirred from sleep the moment my pacing crossed the midpoint of the room again. His eyes snapped open with Alpha-alertness born not of training, but of scars. He rose slowly, pulse already climbing.“What’s wrong, love?”I told him. Every word. The tremor in Sarah’s voice. The apology she had never once offered before. The fear beneath it. The silence that followed.He froze.Not startled — petrified.His pulse spiked so hard I felt it through the bond like thunder against bone. His breathing shifted shallow and rapid, not wolf-panic, not anger — old panic. The kind carved into a man long before he ever found healing.He raked both hands through his hair and stepped back like the walls had closed in. Sweat beaded

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