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 reach

left it

leaned back in his chair , his eyes

moved , weighing

sacrificed enough

pack requires stability now

Dane nodded

Agreed .

think we can do with some Chapter 225

some of that

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

, the rest of the night was pretty low key

promising ourselves wed revisit it

morning with all the noise of the packhouse

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

stained with flour as she tried to teach

, stirring a pot that smelled distinctly

,

, he shot back , waving a towel in the air

, their teasing put a smile on my

manner was lighter

afternoon , I saw Trajan sitting with Joclyn at the edge

had a bunch of herbs in

she explained their purposes

handing him a sprig of something green and

is for cuts and infections

his usual guarded

see him this

remarked , a small smile

He shrugged .

had to

, unspoken but it was a bond

things that were there between them , the quiet understanding grown out of time and

, and the packhouse had quieted down once again

a couch in the main room of it , the journal lying across my lap

reopen

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

time ,

up to leave , my

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

saw nothing at

was one of those silences that burrow into the marrow

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

I needed was some hours

room , was against my ears , soft

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