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 .

to my side , her hand brushing mine as

to follow , their

back to Broken Ridge is

, the tension that once clung to us

reach the packhouse , the ruins that once spoke of our brokenness

wolves scatter , their spirits buoyed

myself , and for

out in the garden at the back of the

smelling of

me on a stone bench , her fingers interlaced through

while , we say nothing ; the silence speaking

, tracing the runes

it hurt ? she asks , her tone soft

head , offering a

Not anymore .

nods , her gaze falling to the joined

know what this means for you , she admits

you didnt choose

her hand

you , but you carried

So can I .

a faint smile , even as her eyes remain

figure it

and long shadows throw their way across the

215 onto it

a

low and mournful , the kind of sound that raises the hairs on the

me , snapping her eyes toward the horizon

that ? I nod , my chest

Yeah .

and our senses sharpen as we gaze out into the dark outside the

, but the unease it leaves in

? she

I admit , my hand instinctively going to the

garden feels different now ,

a creeping

is healed , but something else is stirring

glow of the grove stretches across the horizon , bathing everything in silver

trees , once twisted and corrupted , now hum with life , their Juminous

Aurora , her hand clutched tight

shallow breaths escaping her mouth ,