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 ,

first alpha of Broken Ridge

once more ,

an aglow figure : the Moon

vision of her blazed , a symphony of

she says , commanding

to seek more than what you

Kael nods solemnly .

it

scene shifts again

, with streaks of

, and so have

performs some sort of ritual , his voice rising and

air around him darkens , the earth shuddering beneath his

you doing , Kael ? thunders the voice of the Moon Goddess

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

their glowing

206 I gulp in the

stumble backward , my chest heaving

; its beauty is tainted

shaking ,

Its a prison .

monument to our

and my gaze is drawn toward the center of

head reels under the burden of what

, there is one tree at the

in time with a heartbeat ; very

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

run my fingers over the

Weighty meaning settles .

my

I whisper , shaking

dwell on any suppositions , however , a presence begins to take

5/7 ripples solidify into

eyes glowed with an impossible sheen of green

says in a low growling tone

step backward ,

forward very slowly , acting as if every movement

A guardian .

remnant of what was lost

forgotten , buried

of time .

, I say , from the little courage in