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 .

pack suffered ? Why there

, tainting tragedies and giving birth to threats like

the lifeblood of the pack , and it was poisoned by

eating away some of

to fix

the curse ? Liriens eyes flash , its voice heavier with

tree

eyes catch an inscription on the trunk :

ask although

Lirien

, there needs to be one of free will who must give

the balance be

me , the

whisper ,

has to be another way , another thing we

no other way , Lirien

, its roots tainted

act of selflessness can cleanse it

tightens as I

me

that this might work ? Liriens form flickers

is not a demand , Luna

is a choice

only you

to the pendant on my chest , its faint warmth a fragile

? If I just leave the grove as is ?

suffering , and in time , the grove

the balance between the mortal and divine realms will break

, the only sound the soft hum

, the earth around me begins

stumble , barely keeping my footing as the roots twist

, panic clawing

your presence , Lirien says , its voice

not let you

from the earth , their undulations wild and predatory as they slither

flare , the light

Lirien shouts ; its voice rings out across

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

of cold shoots through me , deadening my limbs ,

scream , tumbling backward as the roots below my

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