All Chapters of Alora's Windsong: Chapter 171 - Chapter 179

It took two full days before Jenna and the twins were cleared to go home.Benjamin and Abigail were bundled in soft brown swaddles, tiny Fae–Lycan hybrids with bright new souls who slept more peacefully than anyone expected. Oliver hovered around Jenna the entire time, insisting on carrying everything, from the diaper bag to the babies themselves, even though he only had two arms.Blaise and I met them in front of the hospital as they stepped outside into the cool morning air. Storm was on my hip, yawning sleepily into my shoulder.Jenna looked tired but beautiful, her hair brushed back, a soft blush on her cheeks. Oliver, however, looked like a man who had been unplugged from reality and plugged directly into Heaven. He couldn’t stop smiling.“You ready to bring them home?” I asked softly.Jenna nodded, eyes glowing with warmth. “More than ready.”Oliver unlocked their Jeep Rubicon—black, heavily reinforced, perfect for the mountains—and carefully secured both infant carriers in the

Blaise shifted into ‘Phantom Mode’ the moment he left the condo; the run would do him good; he needed to clear his head.He didn’t tell anyone where he was going. Didn’t wait. Didn’t think.He needed to see for himself.To know.His form dissolved into shadow and then nothing. He ran full speed through the forest toward Jenna’s cabin, slipping between trees like smoke sliding across the ground. The night air whipped past him, but he barely felt it. His mind was too loud. His heart is too tight.When he reached the cabin clearing, he slowed.Oliver was outside, checking everything: the perimeter, the porch, the windows, and the shadows between the trees. His instincts were razor sharp now that the twins were born. Only when he was satisfied did he open the door and step back inside.Blaise phased in behind him, silent, unseen.He sat at the far end of the den, his form a whisper of shadow against the wall as he watched the scene unfold.The twins lay side by side on a soft pallet in

The sky felt wrong for a funeral.The breeze moved slowly across the cemetery, brushing the tops of the headstones and stirring the trees.The hearse sat a little way off, black, cold, and still. The casket had already been placed over the grave.It was quieter than I expected.No big crowd. No long line of cars. Just a small group of people gathered near the open grave: Lucas, Sarah, Lyra, Ryker, Myra, Cline, an older woman who had known her grandfather since she was a child, two of his old friends from the mill, and a few neighbors who came out of respect.Blaise stood beside me, his hand resting at the small of my back, steady and warm.We didn’t bring Storm.He was too young to watch a body be lowered into the ground. Too full of questions, too open-hearted. Beth and Sam stayed home with him. Beth had texted before the service started:He keeps asking where you are and why Sarah is sad. I told him you’re saying goodbye to someone old who was tired and needed to rest in the

I was deep into my last trimester, and I was miserable. My feet were swollen. My back ached. Everything made me tired. And the heat—mid-July heat—felt like it was trying to finish me off.Storm had entered his Curious Stage, which meant every five minutes came a new question.“How did the baby get in there?” he asked for the fifteenth time that morning.Before I could speak, Blaise answered with that cocky grin of his, “I told her not to swallow watermelon seeds.”Storm’s face dropped in horror.“YOU SWALLOWED ONE?! That's how it got in there?”“No—baby—” I tried to explain, but Blaise was already laughing so hard he had to bend over.Storm crossed his arms, dead serious. “I’m never eating watermelon again. Or cantaloupe. I’m too little to be a mommy!”I was too exhausted even to correct him. I just smiled, kissed his head, and let Blaise suffer the consequences later.We had plans to spend the weekend with Jenna and the twins. Oliver was away on Fae duty, so she was alone wit

My contractions started just before dawn.A slow wave at first… then another… then one so strong it took my breath away. Blaise sat up instantly, rubbing my back, his eyes already wide and focused.“Baby,” he whispered, voice trembling with excitement, “it’s time.”Storm was asleep between us, curled against my pillow. Blaise brushed his curls gently. “Little man… hey, buddy… Mommy’s having your sister today.”Storm blinked awake and gave the sleepiest, brightest grin. “Sissy coming?”“Yes, love,” I breathed through another contraction. “She’s ready.”Everything blurred into motion.Blaise scooped Storm into his arms with one hand while helping me dress with the other. Ryker and Lyra arrived minutes later, Lyra breathless with excitement, Ryker steady and calm as he guided us to his Hummer.“We’re taking you straight in,” Ryker said. “Hospital’s ready. Jenna called ahead.”By the time we reached the pack hospital, nurses were already waiting. They rushed me into a room filled with sof