Chapter 151

*Elora*

The wind wouldn’t stop moving.

It sliced through the trees with a low hiss, as if the whole valley had begun to hold its breath. I stood at the edge of the cliff above the leyline, arms crossed tightly across my chest, watching as the light below shimmered faintly—no longer red, no longer golden. Violet streaks ran through it now, veins in the stone that pulsed in time with something I did