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

Chapter 207 AURORA The meadow is alive , and it can feel my presence through the air thick and electric .

My limbs shook but I forced myself to remain firm .

I look right into his eyes .

He slowly inches closer as he speaks , You shouldnt have come here , this was not for finding .

I breathe steadily , the tips of my fingers grazing against the cracked pendant on my chest .

I did not come here accidentally , I say , firm words that oppose the trembling .

He cocks his head to one side , a gleam seeming to pass over his green , shining eyes as he looks at me inquiringly , an analyst might .

The place around us suddenly starts to change ; the roots of the trees begin to hum with faint , quick pulsars , almost in rhythm .

with some heartbeat .

Truth is a dangerous thing , Luna , it says in a low rumbling .

voice .

Once seen , it cannot be unseen .

Who are you ? I ask , my pulse racing .

I am Lirien , it says after a long pause .

The Keeper of the Chapter 207 Grove .

A guardian bound to this place since Kaels betrayal .

2/6 The name sends a shiver down my spine .

Betrayal ? I echo , my voice barely above a whisper .

Lirien nods , his form rippling like smoke caught in the wind .

Kaels greed corrupted the roots of this grove .

His pact with the Moon Goddess was meant to preserve balance , to protect the pack .

But he broke that pact , and in so doing , he cursed this place and everything tied to it .

I swallow hard , the weight of Liriens words settling .

… its the reason the pack suffered ? Why there was so much loss and pain ? Yes

throughout generations , tainting tragedies and

tied into the lifeblood of the pack ,

, eating away

tell me how to fix it ,

I break the curse ? Liriens eyes flash , its voice

tree holds your answer

there ; its roots shine like veins stretched along the ground , and my eyes catch an inscription on the trunk : Chapter 207 To restore what was lost , one must give

it ? I ask although I know it deep

, Lirien says in

the grove to heal , for the curse to be lifted , there needs to be one of free will who must give his

the

upon me , the feeling like something

? I whisper ,

way ,

no other way , Lirien says

deep , its

act of selflessness can cleanse

tightens as I take

asking me to give

that this might work ? Liriens form flickers , his voice softening

is not a demand

is a choice

only you can

the pendant on my chest , its faint

this ? If I just leave the grove as is ? The

, and in time , the

the

between us , the only sound the soft hum of the roots of the grove

begins to shudder and buck like a wild

, barely keeping my footing as the roots twist and writhe like living

, panic clawing at my chest

sensed your presence , Lirien

let you

earth , their undulations wild and predatory as they slither towards me

a weak flare , the light dancing within it like a candle in

! Lirien shouts ; its voice

The tendrils lash about , one flicking

cold shoots through me , deadening my limbs , and blurring

, tumbling backward as the roots below my feet suddenly twist

gets between me and the tendrils , his body inflating to a towering mass of