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

Chapter 215 DANE I look down at the glowing runes on my chest , still too warm to seem quite real .

Yeah , I say , but the heaviness of Liriens words clings to the back of my mind .

The grove is well , but at what cost remains to be seen .

The pack steps into the resurgence of life forced onto the grove .

Their eyes were wide in features still covered with some incredulity , they slowly went inside the clearing , looking between shining trees and restored roots .

Beautiful , someone finally whispers , breaking the awed silence .

Lirien stands at the edge of the clearing ; his form now is much more solid , nearly human .

The glow emanating from inside the grove steadies it , lending him an air of quiet authority .

The curse is broken , he states with solemnity .

Now , for once , the pack can fully flourish as it deserves .

Aurora releases my hand and steps forward .

Her eyes scan the grove , pride , and anguish wrestling for dominance in their vibrancy .

Chapter 215 2/6 Lirien cocks its head to one side .

The grove has accepted your sacrifice , it says .

But your mortal ties to the pack have saved you .

The balance is restored , and your bond is no longer required to sustain it .

I watch the tension that has weighed on Auroras shoulders since this began to ease a little , her shoulders relaxing , and for the first time in days , she seems at peace .

The pack closes in , voices rising as talk starts about what this means to all of us .

Gone is the weight of the curse , and with it the divisions that plagued us for generations .

I see Piper laughing with Warrick , the two of them trading .

banter like none of the horrors we faced just happened .

Trajan stands a little distant , his expression guarded , his guilt loud in the way he refuses to meet anyones gaze .

Ill make it right , he mutters , to himself , not to anyone else .

I dont approach him .

Not yet .

back to my side , her hand brushing mine as we leave the grove

starts to follow , their footsteps lighter ,

to Broken Ridge is

tension that once clung to us

that once spoke of our brokenness dont

scatter , their spirits buoyed as they start to

myself , and for

garden at the back of the packhouse with Aurora ,

beneath our feet , smelling of

stone bench , her fingers interlaced

nothing ; the

my chest , tracing the runes with her fingers where they glow in the moonlight

? she asks ,

, offering a small smile

Not anymore .

gaze falling to the joined hands between

what this means

I do know you didnt choose it

squeeze her

you , but you carried it

So can I .

, even as her eyes remain serious

it out together

in the sky and long shadows throw their

onto it anyway

a faint howl cuts through the stillness

, the kind of sound that raises the hairs on the back of your

, snapping her eyes toward the horizon

hear that ? I nod

Yeah .

we gaze out into the dark outside

, but the unease it

that ? she whispers , barely

dont know , I admit , my hand instinctively going to the

different now , the peace wed

a creeping tension

healed , but something

stretches across the horizon , bathing

, now hum with life ,

next to Aurora , her hand clutched tight in mine

, with only shallow