All Chapters of Alora's Windsong: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Let her come reckless,” Ryker said, voice steady. “She will find a solid wall.”Kira turned to Mara, Cline, Blaise, and Ryker. “I will begin Alora and Storm’s regimen tomorrow. Mara and Blaise will stand with me for every lesson. You both will tell me when her tricks smell wrong. You will tell me when the air tastes like the cabin, or like ash, or like fear that is not yours. Your insight is the map. My sorcery is the torch.”Mara nodded. “I will not fail them.”“You will not be alone,” Cline said.“You said us both?” Blaise asked.“Yes,” Kira watched him for a minute, then realized he didn’t know. “Your Cloaking powers are not your only powers,” Her fingertips touched his chest with her magic, pulling forward his other ability, “You're a Seer as well.”“Close your eyes.” he did what she asked.“Go back to the old Witch’s cabin.”He could see it in his mind.“Tell me what she is doing?”Kira asked."She's inside,” Blaise said as he walked through the closed door, and he saw her, scre

Chapter 94 Tug in the DarkSarah sat near the fire, arms wrapped around her knees. It was still bone–cold on the mountaintop despite spring creeping into the valleys below. The wind tasted like old iron and ash. Nothing here ever truly warmed.Then it hit her — a sudden pull in her chest, sharp and electric. She played it over in her mind..*Lucas?*The answering voice came back through the bond before she could brace herself.*Sarah! Where are you? Tell me where you are!*Tears stung before she could stop them. She wanted to scream the answer. Wanted rescue. Wanted home.*I can’t,* she whispered across the link.*Are you hurt? Are you safe? Please— just tell me something.*Her throat locked. Not safe. Not free. Not hers.*No…not safe, stay away.* The words barely carried before Sarah cut them off; only silence remained. A dead channel.Now Lucas wasn’t just worried — He was panicked.And she felt it.Sarah stared into the low-burning fire, watching coals shift and hollow in

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

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

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, hand