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

follow , their footsteps

Broken Ridge is

, the tension that once clung to us like a

packhouse , the ruins that

3/6 The wolves scatter , their spirits buoyed as they start to speak of rebuilding

myself , and for once , the thought doesnt

the garden at the back of the packhouse with Aurora , a

was damp beneath our feet , smelling of earth and greenery mixed

me on a stone bench , her fingers interlaced

we say nothing ; the silence

presses her hand to my chest , tracing the runes with her fingers where they

it hurt ? she asks ,

, offering a small smile

Not anymore .

to

dont know what this means for

know you didnt

her hand

, but

So can I .

faint smile , even as her

it out

and long shadows throw their way across the

215 onto it

until a faint howl cuts through

sound that raises the hairs on

stiffens beside me , snapping her eyes toward the horizon

? I nod , my chest

Yeah .

we gaze out into

isnt repeated , but the unease it

? she

know , I admit , my hand instinctively going to the hilt of my

now ,

replaced by a creeping tension

grove is healed , but

stretches across the horizon , bathing everything in

and corrupted , now hum with life ,

stand next to Aurora , her hand clutched tight in

seems to be exhausted , with only shallow breaths escaping her mouth , but the