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 .

reason the pack suffered ? Why there was so much loss and

tainting tragedies and giving birth to

lifeblood of the pack , and it was poisoned

, eating away some of

me how to fix it ,

I break the curse ? Liriens eyes flash , its voice

the tree holds your

and my eyes catch an inscription on the trunk :

although I know

for a life , Lirien

heal , for the curse to be lifted , there needs to be one of

will the

, the feeling like

life ? I whisper , my

way , another thing

is no other way , Lirien

of the grove runs deep , its roots tainted by centuries

act of selflessness can cleanse

I take a

me

? A chance that this might work ? Liriens form

is not a demand

a choice

only you can make

my chest , its faint warmth

the grove as is ?

and in time , the

between the

thick silence falls between us , the only sound the soft hum of the

can answer , the earth around me begins to

footing as the roots twist and writhe like

yell , panic clawing at my

has sensed your presence , Lirien says , its voice keen with

not let you leave

darkness spring from the earth , their undulations wild and predatory as they slither towards me

pendant answers with a weak flare , the light dancing within it like a

Lirien shouts ; its voice rings out across the glade

it devours you ! The tendrils lash about , one flicking along my arm

me , deadening my limbs , and blurring

scream , tumbling backward as the roots below my feet

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