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 couldnt

it unfinished

in his chair ,

I moved , weighing the decision

have sacrificed enough

stability now , not

Dane nodded

Agreed .

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then , and I felt some of that tension ease just a

the journal made me curious , I wasnt blind to the exhaustion still residual

the rest of the night was pretty low

tucked it away , promising ourselves wed revisit it at some time when that felt right to do

all the noise of the packhouse

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

the kitchen , her hands stained with flour as

muttered , stirring a pot that smelled distinctly burnt

one who wanted to impress everyone , Piper teased

didnt think it would involve smoke , he shot back

, their teasing put a smile on my

, something about his manner

with Joclyn at the edge of

had a bunch of herbs in her lap ,

she explained

she said , handing him a sprig of

this one is for cuts

his usual guarded

was rare to see him this relaxed , this

quick learner , Joclyn remarked , a small smile tugging at her lips

He shrugged .

to be

but it was a bond

between them , the quiet understanding grown out of

had finally fallen , and the packhouse had quieted

the journal lying across my lap , firelight dancing gently over its

steeled to reopen it ,

and I set it aside carefully on

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my broken pendant fragments lay on

low hum of light , pulsing for a time , until

, I saw nothing at

of those silences that burrow into the

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

and what I needed

murmur , at my reaching and would have turned to leave the room , was against my ears , soft enough

running across the shelf on which I laid the journal ; it lay still within the worn leather ,