Blood And Silver:Rise of the Alpha’s Rejected Mate

The gray light of dawn was filtering through the pack house as I entered Morwens cottage.

The scent of herbs and incense clung heavy in the air, combined with the acid bite of burned candles.

I sighed as I recalled my encounter with Dane earlier this morning, even though he had askedto leave.

I could see in his eyes that he wantedto stay with him, but even as I saw the longing in his eyes, I also saw the fear in them.

I had left.

But, I promise to go back soon, I must save him.

I pushed those thoughts off my mind and I raised my gaze to see Morwen standing at her workbench, her back to me, grinding something in a stone mortar.

She didnt turn, but said, I was wondering when youd cto me.

How the fuck did you ....

? I started, but she cutoff with a wave of her hand, her curls bouncing as she turned .

Youve been radiating energy like a bonfire in the woods.

Even the cats are on edge, she said, gesturing to a sleek black feline that glared atfrom its perch by the window.

I took a steadying breath.

I had another dream.

About the silver figure.

At this, Morwens hazel eyes narrowed, and she set down the 2/7 Chapter 172 mortar.

Telleverything.

I told her everything: how it pulsed with light, how I felt myself being drawn to it, and finally, the unmistakable vision of Dane.

Morwen listened, her face impossible to read, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

When I finished, she turned away, pacing the tiny space.

This is no ordinary dream, she muttered.

That much I gathered, I replied dryly.

She shota look.

Im serious, Aurora.

This dream.

Its a message.

Or rather, a warning.

My stomach churned.

A warning about what? Morwen stopped pacing and turned to me, her face unusually grave.

Transformation.

The word hung in the air.

What kind of transformation? I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She reached up onto a shelf and pulled down an old looking thick leather bound book.

She opened the book, saying as she flipped through its pages, The moon goddess works in mysteries and cycles, Aurora .

Your connection to her is deepening, more than it should for a wolf without a true wolf spirit.

Its as if shes preparing you for something monumental Chapter 172 377 Like what? I pressed, frustration seeping into my tone.

Morwens fingers paused on one page filled with intricate diagrams.

The kind of transformation that alters everything.

Your dreams of the silver figure, are a crossing point.

To defeat the Nameless, you may need to becsomething ... more.

I swallowed hard.

What does that mean? What would I become? Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of pity and warning.

I dont know.

But the transformation of this magnitude always comes at a cost.

A cold weight settled in my chest.

What kind of cost? That depends on the goddesss will.

It could be your power, your identity ... She hesitated before adding softly, Or your life.

I collapsed onto the nearest chair, my legs giving way beneath me.

The pearl pendant at my throat hummed softly, its note almost musical, seeming to vibrate with the import of her words.

I wont be able to walk away from this, I said finally after an eternity of silence.

If this change is the only way to save Dane, to defeat the 4/7 Chapter 172 Nameless, then I have to welcit Whatever the cost.

Morwen regardedfor a moment, her eyes probing .

You are stronger than most, Aurora .

But sometimes even that is not enough.

What else is there? I pressed her.

She sighed and moved closer, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Faith.

And trust in yourself.

I laughed bitterly.

Trust in myself? Thats easy to say when I dont even know who or what Im becoming.

The goddess sees you, Morwen said firmly.

Even see yourself yet.

You cant It seemed her words were meant to comfort me, but I only felt worse, I nodded, trying to steady the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

What should I do next? Prepare, she said simply.

The dreams will guide you, but you must be ready to act when the tcomes.

And Aurora ... Yes? Be careful.

The Nameless is bound to sense the change in you.

Hell try to stop it.

I closed my fingers over the pearl pendant.

Let him try.

T: 5/7 Chapter 172 Later that night, I sat in my chambers, alone, the journal my mother had leftopen on the desk before me.

Words upon words no longer read like ssort of cipher language; they were alive, ran into my mind like a wave of the ocean as if theyd always been there.

One passage jumped out : The silver light is both the key and the guardian.

It binds the chosen to the will of the goddess, but only those who embrace their true selves can wield it.

I ran my fingers over the words, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

The silver figure in my dreams wasnt just a guide; it was a part of me, something I had yet to fully understand.

A knock at the door broke my concentration.

Cin I called, closing the journal quickly.

Evelyn stepped inside, her expression cautious.

You wanted to see me? I gestured for her to sit .

I need your help again.

Somethings happening to me, Evelyn.

Something I dont fully understand.

She sat across from me, her posture tense.

Is this about the dreams? 6/7 Chapter 172 Yes, I admitted.

And more.

Morwen thinks Im on the verge of skind of transformation conel that could be the key to defeating the Nameless. But... But it could destroy you, she finished, her voice quiet.

I nodded.

Exactly.

Evelyn leaned back, studying me.

And youre willing to take that risk? For Dane.

For the pack.

For our world, I said firmly.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

Youre insane, you know that? Probably, I said with a faint smile.

She leaned forward after a moment, her face serious.

Whatever happens, youre not facing it alone.

You have me.

You have the pack.

The weight of what lay ahead still pressed heavily on my shoulders, but her word's warmed something inside E me. Thank you, I said softly.

Evelyn rose, placing her hand briefly on my shoulder.

Get srest, Youll need it.

Aurora.

I nodded.

But how can I sleep knowing so much? Chapter 172 7/7 When she had gone, I turned back to the journal, the impression of the silver figure remaining in my mind like a whispered promise. The change was coming.