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

Chapter 225 AURORA Anything useful ? Dane whispered low so as not to disturb the silence in the room .

I scanned the next page , and the words blurred for only a second or two before snapping into place .

Its more personal than I expected , I said .

He speaks about the choices made as a first alpha , in respect to the weight he held for the security of his pack .

Theres much remorse in this .

Dane slanted his head , brow furrowing .

Remorse over what ? About the grove , I said , flipping to another entry .

About how he underestimated its power and the curse that came with it .

.

We read on in silence for a while , the dancing firelight casting long darkness around the room .

Then my eyes fell to one particular entry , and my breath caught .

The grove holds more than power , I read aloud .

It holds a key .

Dane straightened , his attention sharpening .

A key to what ? Chapter 225 2/7 I dont know , I said , tracing the words with my finger .

Maybe it had smudged most of the ink , but this sentence seemed to leap off the page as if it had been engraved there .

He leaned closer , interest now etched in his voice .

Does he explain ? I shook my head and flipped the page over .

He writes of a chamber hidden beneath its roots .

He was certain it housed something … something he called the source of life .

Dane furrowed his brow .

The source of life ? Of whom ? Of us , I whispered .

There , it hung in the air between us , unsaid , yet palpable .

That something so key could be buried here in this grove sent a chill down my spine .

Did he find it ? he asked .

I shook my head from side to side .

No.

but

left it

his chair , his eyes thoughtful

pursue this ? I moved , weighing the decision on my

enough

requires stability now , not

nodded

Agreed .

do with

subject was changed then , and I felt some of that tension ease just a little

made me curious , I wasnt blind to the exhaustion still residual from all theyd been

that , the rest of the night was pretty low key

closed the journal , tucked it away , promising ourselves wed

morning with all

shrill giggles echoing around ; wolves worked together as they prepared breakfast , the sound of roasted meat wafting

with

a disaster , he muttered , stirring a pot

, Piper teased , nudging him

he shot back , waving a towel in

put a

something about his manner was lighter , freer than I had

Trajan sitting with Joclyn at the edge of the grove

of herbs in her lap , her

as she explained their

burns , she said , handing

this one is for cuts and infections

, his usual guarded expression

was rare to see him this relaxed

, Joclyn remarked ,

He shrugged .

to

, unspoken but it was a bond

there between them , the quiet

, and the packhouse had quieted

on a couch in the main room of it , the journal lying across my lap , firelight dancing gently over

, my fingers steeled to reopen it , peering deeper

weight of the day pulled at me , and I set it aside carefully on

225 Another time

, my broken

of light , pulsing for a time , until , as it started , it was suddenly gone

course , I saw nothing

was one of those silences that

arms up over my head , weighted with exhaustion , like some heavy cloak had been

what I needed was some hours of sleep uninterrupted

at my reaching and would have turned to leave the room , was against my

journal