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

of Broken

more , and Kael finds himself on

aglow figure : the

vision of her blazed , a

pack , she says , commanding yet

must promise never to seek more than what you are

Kael nods solemnly .

swear it ,

scene shifts again

streaks

and

watch in growing horror as he performs some sort of ritual , his voice rising and falling with words I dont know

air around him darkens , the earth shuddering beneath his feet

are you doing , Kael ? thunders the voice of the Moon Goddess , wrath and sorrow

says nothing , doesnt gesture- and an eyebrow doesnt rise … but in

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

gulp in the air and the vision

I stumble backward , my chest

is different now ; its

place … I stammer , shaking , Its not just a source

Its a prison .

monument to

gaze is drawn toward the center of the grove

head reels under the burden of what

one tree at the center of it all

softly glowing roots rhythmically pulse almost in time with

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

run my fingers over the

Weighty meaning settles .

my chest

I

on any suppositions , however ,

ripples solidify into a vaguely humanoid outline ; features indistinct , steeped

an impossible sheen of

says in a low growling tone that seems to vibrate through the air

backward , my

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

A guardian .

remnant of what was lost

forgotten

of time .

say , from the little courage in my heart ,