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

Chapter 217 TRAJAN Its a celebration thats starting to feel very far away , somehow due to the feeling of tension coiling around the packhouse .

Wolves stand in groups , their voices hushed , eyes darting nervously toward the forest .

I pace by the window , my stomach tied .

Its too quiet .

That kind of quiet that signals trouble .

Dane steps into the clearing , pale face drawn tight .

His hand opens , disclosing a piece of bark with strange , glowing marks etched into it .

We got a problem , he says ; the tone urgent as hell .

But before he has a chance to explain himself , I am bursting through the packhouse door , my heart beating with an irregular rhythm , words bursting from my lips well in advance of the possibility of a rational mind actually preventing them from happening .

Its too late , I whisper , shaking .

Theyre already here .

The room falls silent , and all eyes whip to me .

Aurora elbows her way through the parted crowd , a mask of fear and determination across her face .

What do you mean , theyre already here ? she asks , her voice Chapter 217 my mind .

The Forgotten , I spoke low and quietly .

It has waited for such a thing , and it now … comes to us .

The eyes of Aurora narrowed on the question of who .

Who were they , and what would they do ? 2/6 I swallow hard , the weight of the truth heavy inside me .

The Forgotten were exiled a very long time ago , I begin .

In Kaels time .

They felt this grove was to be used , wielded .

To control life , not to help it .

The room seems to tilt ; whispers spread as the pack exchanges uneasy glances .

They saw the grove as a weapon , I continue .

And when Kael and the rest wouldnt side with their beliefs , they exiled them .

No one ever heard of them again .

Many thought they were murdered .

Auroras eyes narrow .

But theyre not , she says .

I shake my head .

No.

waiting for the day that

now that it

think it should be theirs

to Eira , who still shivers as she

dart nervously and widely about the room , but

did know this , didnt you

words to describe it

reaches out and lays a comforting touch on her

tell us

if we dont know what we are

stammers , her voice shaking , before she

pact , an oath to return when the groves power was at

was anything more than

within the forest and felt their presence

they

room , and the pack listens

forward ,

did you see the marks ? In the western forest , Eira

the old riverbed

, clenching

go , he

know how

with you , I say before I can

his eyes , staring at me ominously

dont have to

, I

want

up between the two of us ; her tone allows

Be careful .

Both of you .

in acquiescence as we leave the packhouse , the responsibility

feels different now : darker , colder

; instead

cautiously ,

within , something unnatural

when we reach the

described carved into

hand back brushing against the

,

eye , a pulsating sheen filling the symbols ,

? I dont know ,

they arent just warnings

are claiming

go further inside the

unnatural becomes

it eventually , an

everywhere are the signs

runes lie scattered on the ground ,

marks Broken Ridge , the lines

stoops and picks up one of the bones

has gone hard

theyre planning something big

.

a shiver down my