Todos los capítulos de Alora's Windsong: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Kira waited outside the motel room as dawn settled over the quiet parking lot, her coat pulled tight against the cold. The sky was a soft gray-blue, the kind that promised snow but hadn’t yet committed. Eric stepped out quietly, closing the door behind him so Ella wouldn’t feel exposed.His eyes were tired, red-rimmed from a night without rest.“You said you needed the keys?” he asked, voice low as he handed them to her.Kira nodded. “I’m going to your old place. Ryker agreed to relocate both of you to a safer home inside pack lands, but I need to make sure nothing with a scent, trace, or imprint follows you there.”Eric exhaled, shoulders dropping with relief and tension all mixed together. “So you’ll pack everything?”“Yes,” she said. “I’ll place a concealment and cleansing spell over your belongings. Nothing from Bram’s influence, the hospital, or the Shadow Demon will be allowed through. I won’t take risks with your sister’s safety.”Eric paused, studying her. “You’re doing a lot…

Storm was still shaking when Blaise lifted him from my arms and held him close, rocking him gently. His little fingers dug into Blaise’s shirt, breath hiccupping, eyes wide and glassy. The blue shimmer of his shield slowly faded from the air like fog dissolving.“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered, brushing his curls back. “You’re safe. Daddy’s here.”Storm’s magic had never done that before. A full shield. A blast strong enough to throw a full-grown witch across a room. That wasn’t normal Lycan magic. That wasn’t even normal Fae magic.Thorn watched him with a depth in his eyes I’d never seen before — something old, something calculating, but also something protective.Kira knelt beside us and touched the small boy’s cheek. “That ability didn’t come from just one bloodline,” she said softly. “His instinct woke it. His power responded.”“He can shield himself,” Blaise murmured, still trying to slow Storm’s trembling. “He did that on his own.”Storm reached for me again, so I took him, an

Shade moved through the wardline like a shadow gliding over sacred ground—silent, lethal, ancient. The night was still, the forest quiet with the kind of hush that only came when predators were near.Not mortal ones.Him.His form shifted between mist and shape, black smoke threaded with veins of ember-red light, pulsing like a heartbeat.Thorn’s wards hummed along the treeline. To most creatures, they were invisible barriers. To Shade, they were lines of the Fae King's magic that can't be broken. He reached out with a clawed hand made of nothing and everything, shadow and hunger, and let his fingers hover just above the shimmering boundary.Power rippled.His eyes glowed brighter, the ember-red intensifying.Then he froze.His head lifted.. sharp, deliberate .. like a mountain lion catching a scent that shouldn’t exist.Another breath.A low growl rolled through the night.“…there’s two of them.”His voice wasn’t spoken aloud; it slithered through the air like smoke, ancient and sini

Ryker leaned back in his chair and sent a quick mindlink, his voice filling the mindlink bond of his people.*The northern mountain is ours. Patrol routes will shift at dusk. All warriors report to the war room in twenty minutes.*The answer rolled back from a hundred minds at once—steady, ready, fierce.By nightfall, the news burned through the pack like wildfire.Venom Fang's territory had doubled.Warriors moved in tight groups along the new tree line. Patrol maps were pulled off the walls in the strategy room and laid out across the central table. Cline scrawled new routes while Michael assigned rotations, pairing experienced warriors with younger ones hungry to prove themselves.Outside, the mountain loomed behind the pack, no longer just wild land beyond the border, but claimed territory, marked in law, in blood, and in intent.New guards took position along the slope, but they didn’t stand alone.One by one, shadows stepped out from between the trees.Dark Fae Warriors.They ar

Jenna was kneeling in her garden beside Oliver, hands deep in the soil, when she suddenly froze. A sharp gasp left her lips.Oliver turned immediately. “Jenna? What’s wrong?”Her eyes widened as warm fluid rushed down her legs.“My water just broke.”Oliver went pale, then bright red, then full panic all at once.“It’s—it’s time? Now? Like now now?”She clenched his arm as another contraction hit. “Yes, Oliver! Now!”He scooped her into his arms instantly. There was no question, no hesitation — just instinct. He carried her toward their Jeep Rubicon, the same way he had carried her after the accident, the same way he carried her whenever she was hurt. Protectiveness was carved into him like a banner.He placed her gently in the passenger seat, buckled her in, then sprinted back inside their log cabin. He grabbed the pre-packed hospital bag, nearly ripping the strap off as he ran back outside.As he slid behind the wheel, he grabbed his phone and hit the number for the pack hospital.