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

Chapter 225 AURORA Anything useful? Dane whispered low so as not to disturb the silence in the room.

I scanned the next page, and the words blurred for only a second or two before snapping into place.

Its more personal than I expected, I said.

He speaks about the choices made as a first alpha, in respect to the weight he held for the security of his pack.

Theres much remorse in this.

Dane slanted his head, brow furrowing.

Remorse over what? About the grove, I said, flipping to another entry.

About how he underestimated its power and the curse that cwith it.

We read on in silence for a while, the dancing firelight casting long darkness around the room.

Then my eyes fell to one particular entry, and my breath caught.

The grove holds more than power, I read aloud.

It holds a key.

Dane straightened, his attention sharpening.

A key to what? Chapter 225 2/7 I dont know, I said, tracing the words with my finger.

Maybe it had smudged most of the ink, but this sentence seemed to leap off the page as if it had been engraved there.

He leaned closer, interest now etched in his voice.

Does he explain? I shook my head and flipped the page over.

He writes of a chamber hidden beneath its roots.

He was certain it housed something Dane furrowed his brow.

something he called the source of life.

The source of life? Of whom? Of us, I whispered.

There, it hung in the air between us, unsaid, yet palpable.

That something so key could be buried here in this grove sent a chill down my spine.

Did he find it ? he asked.

I shook my head from side to side.

No.

He tried but couldnt reach.

He left it unfinished.

Dane leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful.

Do we pursue this? I moved, weighing the decision on my shoulders.

We have sacrificed enough, I said.

The pack requires stability now, not another mystery.

!! Dane nodded slightly.

Agreed.

I think we can do with sChapter 225 peace.

The subject was changed then, and I felt sof that tension ease just a little bit .

3/7 As much as the journal madecurious, I wasnt blind to the exhaustion still residual from all theyd been through.

After that, the rest of the night was pretty low key.

Dane and I closed the journal, tucked it away, promising ourselves wed revisit it at stwhen that felt right to do so..

Morning cthe following morning with all the noise of the packhouse.

Pups ran along the corridors, their shrill giggles echoing around; wolves worked together as they prepared breakfast, the sound of roasted meat wafting across the house.

I found Piper in the kitchen, her hands stained with flour as she tried to teach Warrick to cook.

This is a disaster, he muttered, stirring a pot that smelled distinctly burnt .

Youre the one who wanted to impress everyone, Piper teased, nudging him with her elbow.

I didnt think it would involve smoke, he shot back, waving a towel in the air .

Teasing, their teasing put a smile on my face.

Amidst Chapter 225 4/7 destruction, something about his manner was lighter, freer than I had seen before.

Later that afternoon, I saw Trajan sitting with Joclyn at the edge of the grove.

She had a bunch of herbs in her lap, her fingers.

working nimbly as she explained their purposes.

These are for burns, she said, handing him a sprig of something green and fragrant.

And this one is for cuts and infections.

Trajan listened intently, his usual guarded expression softening.

It was rare to see him this relaxed, this open.

Youre a quick learner, Joclyn remarked, a small smile tugging at her lips.

He shrugged.

Ive had to be.

Slow, unspoken but it was a bond.

There were just things that were there between them, the quiet understanding grown out of tand respect.

Night had finally fallen, and the packhouse had quieted down once again.

I was on a couch in the main room of it, the journal lying across my lap, firelight dancing gently over its worn leather cover.

For a moment, my fingers steeled to reopen it, peering deeper into Kaels secrets.

But the weight of the day pulled at me, and I set it aside carefully on a nearby shelf Chapter 225 Another time, I whispered.

5/7 I stood up to leave, my broken pendant fragments lay on a table.

nearby, and in a flush of sun they flared into light a low hum of light, pulsing for a time, until, as it started, it was suddenly gone.

Of course, I saw nothing at all .

It was one of those silences that burrow into the marrow of bones.

I extended my arms up over my head, weighted with exhaustion, like sheavy cloak had been tossed over me.

It was predictably long and what I needed was shours of sleep uninterrupted.

The murmur, at my reaching and would have turned to leave the room, was against my ears, soft enough I must have imagined it.

I froze, eyes running across the shelf on which I laid the journal; it lay still within the worn leather, fire dancing across it.

Just tired, I said irritably, head shaking.

Still, I did nothing more.

There was something to that whisper; it did feel like no trick of the mind.

It felt real.

I walked over to the table with the fragments of the pendant, still fresh in my head that slight radiance .

I bent closer to the pieces and took a close look at them.

They Chapter 225 6/7 were dulled now lifeless but something about that flashing light nagged at me.

What had made it do that? For days, the pendant had lain in pieces, its energy low.

For that instant, it was alive, as if a heart were beating.

My hand hovered over the pieces, and my hesitation nipped at the edges of my mind.

Just pick it up, I muttered.

In an instant, the moment my fingers cinto contact with the largest fragment, a sudden, sharp jolt shot down my arm. I gasped, wincing as the pieces scattered onto the floor.

I was staring at it now, glowing faintly once more, its light soft but insistent, and my heart was racing.

What... I whispered, not finishing.

The light diffused, creeping along the floor as if liquid, then turning into forms couldnt quite make out. Circles.

Lines.

Symbols.

My chest constricted as the patterns finally coalesced into somethingh could almost recognize runes, just like those chiseled into the groves heart. It disappeared just that quickly.

Only the broken pieces of the pendant stood on the floor.

The room was chill now the warmth of the fire didnt seem to reach even my side of the room.

Chapter 225 What was that? I whispered, backpedaling.

My instinctive reaction was to call Dane, to warn him about what Id seen.

But there was something that whispered, Not yet.