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

Chapter 216 EIRA Before me , the treetops of the forest stretch endlessly , blackly silent in a way thats unnervingly quiet .

The shouting and laughter of the festival grew ever more indistinct as I stood at the edge of the trees , clenching and unclenching my fists at my sides .

The air is different here , heavier .

My senses tingle with unease as some faint unfamiliar scent wafts on the wind .

I move a little closer , the cool earth under my bare feet .

The smell grows in strength , with something sharp and metallic tang to it .

Somethings not right , I mutter to myself , my heart pounding .

A rustling sound arrests my attention in the deeper shadows of the forest .

I froze , my breath caught in my throat , and strained to listen .

The faint sound of laughter at the festival is miles away now ; the silence of the woods swallowed them .

It has been weeks since the grove was rejuvenated .

Broken Ridge is now teeming with life , and the crops are in plenty ; the pack .

was filled with strength .

On the surface , everything looks perfect , but that feeling of Chapter 216 2/6 Ive tried to disregard it and get myself lost in the joyous celebrations .

The festival tonight was supposed to start things anew , to finally leave what was behind us , behind us .

But here , peering into this darkness , I have that feeling that something is watching me .

The pack is alive with joy back at the festival , the music in the night air , the flickering light of the fires casting warm shadows across smiling faces .

Aurora floats with ease from group to group ; her bright , genuine peals of laughter rise into the night air .

She is lighter somehow , despite it all .

I stand at the edge of the group , far enough away to watch the celebration but not join in .

I have kept to myself since the groves restoration .

The others seem to have found peace , but to me , it feels fleeting , a fragile thread waiting to snap .

The wind shifts , carrying that same sharp scent from the forest .

My stomach churns .

I glance back at the dark horizon , my instincts screaming at me to turn away .

But I cant .

I slip away from the festivities and move away , my footsteps light and deliberate .

As I approach the edge of the forest , the scent grows stronger , distinctive .

through the air , a low , mournful sound that raises

spin around , eyes scanning the horizon , but I

I called , my voice

another howl , answer ,

I step into the

, but my curiosity pushes

on a tree trunk : deeply etched claw marks into the

them , a cold shiver running down

almost as if alive ,

scratches ; these

I stumble backward .

, and the pieces

, but in the process , something

and run

barely touch the ground , and I race back toward the

of the festival come into view , but my relief

, growing louder

into the clearing , and the joyful atmosphere freezes

their laughter stilled

Eira , what is it ? Whats wrong ? 4/6 I try to speak , but the words catch in my throat

in short gasps , those pulsating marks scared into my brain

Aurora repeats , a bite to her

Speak up .

Shadows , I finally forced out in a

Theyre coming .

of the past … the Forgotten

with unease ; the whispers spread

wide as she looks at Dane , who

the healer , Dane says steady as always , yet urgent

We need answers .

me out of the crowd , and my legs now threaten to fold under me , my only means of standing

room with the flame of fire darting and thereby casting ,

to tell us everything , she says , soft and

my eyes , trying to

grove ,

it didnt just

woke something

wolves , forgotten long ago during Kaels time

called themselves

Auroras brow furrows .

of

216 Few have

I answer .

for their dangerous beliefs

groves power should be

exiled , they vanished … or so

, his arms crossed over his chest

back ? me

weight settles heavily upon me

Theyve been waiting .