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 , he

has echoed throughout generations , tainting tragedies and giving birth

tied into the lifeblood of the pack

blazes inside me , eating away some of my

me how to fix

I break the curse ? Liriens eyes flash , its voice

the tree

like veins stretched along the ground , and my eyes catch an inscription on the trunk :

it ? I ask although I

Lirien says in a

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

then will the

presses down upon me , the feeling like something hangs heavy

I whisper , my head

to be another way , another thing we could

way ,

deep , its roots tainted by centuries of sin

act of selflessness

chest tightens as I take a

me to give

might work ? Liriens

a

a

only you can make

on my chest , its faint warmth a fragile comfort

do this ? If I just leave the grove as is

in time ,

, the balance between the mortal and divine realms

sound the soft hum of the roots of the

the earth around me begins to shudder and buck like a wild animal

footing as the roots twist

, panic clawing at my

has sensed your presence , Lirien says , its voice keen

not let you leave without

of darkness spring from the earth , their undulations wild and

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

its voice

The tendrils lash about , one flicking along

me , deadening my limbs , and blurring

tumbling backward as the roots below

gets between me and the tendrils , his body