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

Chapter 206 AURORA The silver mist extends infinitely into all directions , thick and sickly sweet as it clings to my skin .

Every step feels heavier , and the pendants weak , flickering light barely cuts through the haze .

The whispers had stopped now , replaced by a suffocating silence that was making my heartbeat sound deafening .

I trip over a root hidden under the mist and land on my knees .

Where am I ? I whisper , shaking all over .

The only response is the low hum of the pendant against my chest , its warmth small comfort against the seeping cold .

I force myself up and on , determined to move .

My steps are uncertain ; my sense of direction has long since been lost .

The mist seems to be alive twisting and shifting with the intent , it seems , of denying me passage .

Then , out of nowhere , a wave of warmth washes over me … gentle yet all … engulfing .

The mist starts to recede , curling away like wisps of smoke on the wind , and the world snaps into focus .

Chapter 206 2/7 My breath catches in my throat .

I now present the Ethereal Grove , whose boundaries are bounded in silvered boles , towering far on high ; dim bought and soft radiancies play over mid that glimmer of their liquid bark heavy lumberings .

All of the leaves are like luminous growths ; these roots cross and writhe upon each other quaintly , and trellis intricate patterns , stretching hitherward endlessly .

The air is thick with ancient , holy energy weighing me down … like some unseen , perhaps even sentient presence .

Its beautiful , I whisper , stepping forth with great caution .

The grove seems to come alive in a way I have never felt .

The trees hum softly , their vigor vibrating in the core of my soul .

I walk , and fruits are closer now .

Each one of them carries an image flickering inside , like memories encapsulated in amber .

Curious , I reach out to touch it .

The moment my fingers brush against its skin , the world tilts .

A vision washes over me in an instant , too bright , too real .

A wolf , so large and powerful ; his fur black as midnight ; his eyes a pair of shining gold , all ablaze with life .

He is standing at the side of a precipice , peering far beyond toward some aim out of sight .

This is Kael , my brain hears

of Broken Ridge

more ,

figure : the Moon Goddess

the vision of her blazed , a

protect your pack , she says

to seek more

Kael nods solemnly .

swear it ,

shifts again

streaks

and so

horror as he performs some sort of ritual ,

the earth shuddering beneath his

Kael ? thunders the voice

nothing , doesnt gesture- and an eyebrow doesnt rise … but in that same instant ,

bursting their glowing fruits as wolves fling themselves against each other snarling in their pain and

206 I gulp in the air and the

stumble backward , my chest

its beauty is tainted by

stammer , shaking , Its not just a

Its a prison .

to our

pendant pulses and my gaze is drawn toward the

as my head reels under the burden of what

, there is one

glowing roots rhythmically pulse almost in

trunk , too , the letters made from some material that shines softly : To return what

run my fingers

Weighty meaning settles .

in my

I

any suppositions , however , a presence begins to take

the roots , where tenebrosity and light dance together , Chapter 206 5/7 ripples solidify into a vaguely humanoid outline

eyes glowed with an impossible sheen of green

shouldnt be here , Luna , it says in a low growling

, my heart pounding

? The figure steps forward very slowly , acting as if every movement is thought out

A guardian .

of what

be forgotten , buried

of time .

the little courage