The Stormers duck out of the way as the mass triples in size and the winds tear and howl. It’s a catfight—a snarling battle—and I can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything except watch the winds rage and devour and wonder what’s happening to the person trapped inside.
The outer shell finally crumbles and the winds spin inward, twisting into a tornado that swells taller and wider with each passing second. I lose track of Vane’s body as the vortex tilts and crashes toward the ground in an enormous funnel of swirling, dark gray winds. Two smaller funnels branch off the top, stretching toward the ground but stopping before they reach it, and a small orb of winds crowns the top center of the mass. Shadows seep between the shapes as the winds continue to tighten until the storm almost looks like . . .
I gasp.
He can’t . . .
It isn’t . . .
My fears are confirmed a few seconds later when the winds finish their final twist and a crack ripples down the center of the storm. Scraps of broken wind crumble away, cementing the rest of the winds into a beast of a tornado with a head and arms attached to its torso.
The Stormers retreat from the monster towering over them, but Raiden moves to its path, his blond hair whipping in the wind as he shouts something I can’t understand.
The monster raises an arm and salutes.
“Behold the first Living Storm.The beginning of our new army,” Raiden announces, turning to face his soldiers. “Built from the blood of our strongest enemy and merged with the power of our darkest winds. I am its Master and it will obey me blindly. But it can fight like a soldier and rage like the wind.”
Each word feels like a bruise, but I choke back my sob and force myself to accept them.
I stare at the wind spike in my hand, realizing it’s time to let it serve its purpose.
Vane is a Living Storm.
And it’s my responsibility to kill him.
CHAPTER 23
VANE
I
’ve never been inside a villain’s lair before, but I’m pretty sure Death Valley meets every cliché requirement.
Creepy name—check.
Stuck in the middle of nowhere—check.
Miserable why would anyone want to come here? conditions—oh, definitely check.
And bonus points for the ominous winds swirling around, singing about monsters and devils and mountains where the wind goes to die.
At least I know we’re in the right place, but still. Next time I’m rooting for a mansion on a private island or something.
We stop every few miles so I can check the Westerlies for Feng’s trace, and I always search for Audra, too.
Her trace always pulls me in the same direction.
Our connection feels strong, so I’m hoping that means she’s not in any serious danger. But clearly whatever trouble Feng found, Audra’s in the middle of it.
Gray clouds appear on the horizon, and the winds turn more frantic as Gus has us land near a lookout point on a mountain pass.
“I can feel Feng’s trace on my own now, so I’m guessing they’re on the other side of this range,” he tells me as he unravels his hair from his braid and removes his guardian jacket. “We should prepare here.”
I roll my eyes as he takes off his black tank. “Are we getting ready for battle or dancing at Chippendales?”
“Until we know what we’re facing, it’s safer if I don’t look like a Gale.” He unclasps a blue necklace with a silver feather pendant and tucks it into his boot. “And you might want to remove that.”
He points to the compass bracelet Audra gave me. I never take it off, but he’s right. It probably screams, I Am A Westerly.
Then again, we’re carrying crazy blue wind spikes, so I’m betting they’re going to know something’s up.
I unfasten the clasp, hating my hands for shaking as I shove it into my pocket.
I know we’re walking into a war zone and might have a hard fight ahead, but I’m honestly more nervous about what happens after that.
What am I supposed to say to Audra?
The last I heard from her was the vague apology she sent across the sky—and that could very well have been the Windwalker equivalent of a breakup text.
I’m not sure what I’ll do if it was.
Probably grab her ankle and not let go until she agrees to give me another chance. But first I have to make sure she’s safe, and we have to rescue Gus’s dad and get out of this valley alive. Not really things I planned to be facing today when I woke up—but hey, I also wasn’t expecting to have a hot girl in my bed, so it’s been a day of surprises.
I strip off my T-shirt and toss it on the ground.
“You can keep your clothes on. You’re not wearing a Gale uniform.”
“Yeah, but it’s freaking hot out here. So what’s the plan?”
“We fly in, grab my dad, and get the crap out of there. And if anyone comes near us we use these.” He makes a stabbing gesture with his wind spike.
“I like it,” I say, even though my head is spinning and my heart is racing and I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to stab someone with a wind spike.
Or multiple someones . . .
“Ready?” Gus asks, calling the only Easterlies to his side.