Chapter 81

Alora. Alora.

They reach out to me. Waves of their blood sweep against my ankles. Their cries and pleas come at me like gusts of wind. Not all are sad or bereaved, but all of them want me to notice them. They want me to see them. To hear them.

Alora.

Their Wolves howl and snarl. So many eyes. So many blank stares.

Fingers brush aside my hair and a woman's mouth presses against my ear. Alora.

I'm compelled to hear her. Soft...chimes of bells move with her every breath. She speaks to me again, as quiet as the night.

Prophet. She says. Come and see.

"Alora," Jayden grabs my arm, "Stop zoning out-we're lining up." Come and see, Prophet of Death.

I turn to face her. Sashi. Her golden eyes pierce me to the core. They hold so many secrets, so much to say...so much to see.

She touches my cheek gently, like a siren coaxing a sailor into the depths of the sea. Child of Cecily. Blood of Kaltain. You are in danger.

She disappears as Kaizer sweeps me up into his arms, spinning me in circles with a