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 .

Kael , my brain

alpha of Broken

The vision shifts once more , and Kael

figure : the Moon

, the vision of her blazed , a

pack , she says , commanding yet

never to seek more

Kael nods solemnly .

swear it

shifts again

streaks of gray in his fur

pack has grown , and so have

performs some sort of ritual , his voice rising

air around him darkens , the earth shuddering beneath his feet

thunders the voice of the Moon Goddess , wrath and

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

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

the air and

backward , my chest heaving

; its beauty is tainted

place … I stammer , shaking , Its not

Its a prison .

monument to

is drawn toward the center of the

as my head reels under the

there is one tree at

rhythmically pulse almost in

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

fingers over

Weighty meaning settles .

my chest

it say ? I whisper ,

am able to dwell on any suppositions , however ,

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

eyes glowed with an

says in a

, my heart

very slowly , acting as if every movement

A guardian .

what

to be forgotten

of time .

from the little courage in my heart , my