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 .

side , her hand brushing mine as we leave the

starts to follow , their footsteps lighter , their

Broken Ridge is different

once

the ruins that

The wolves scatter , their spirits buoyed as they start to

I mutter to myself , and for

now out in the garden at the back of the packhouse

ground was damp beneath our feet , smelling of earth and

bench , her fingers interlaced

, we say nothing ; the

hand to my chest , tracing

she asks ,

head , offering a small smile

Not anymore .

gaze falling to the

means

I do know you

her hand

, but you carried it anyway

So can I .

faint smile , even as her eyes remain serious

figure it out together

sky and long shadows throw their way across the

215 onto it anyway

until a faint

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

, snapping her eyes toward the

hear that ? I nod , my chest

Yeah .

, and our senses sharpen as we gaze out

but the unease

that ? she whispers

hand

, the peace

replaced by a creeping tension

is healed , but something

stretches across the horizon , bathing everything in silver

now hum with

to Aurora , her hand

only shallow breaths