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.

tried but couldnt reach

it unfinished

his chair ,

, weighing the decision on my

sacrificed enough

now , not

nodded

Agreed .

think we can do with some Chapter 225

changed then , and I felt some of

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

, the rest of the night was pretty low

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

came the following morning with all the noise

around ; wolves worked together as they

her hands stained with flour as she tried to teach Warrick to cook

he muttered , stirring a pot that smelled

the one who wanted to impress everyone ,

think it would involve smoke , he shot

teasing put a smile on my

, something about his manner was lighter ,

with Joclyn

bunch of herbs in her

nimbly as she explained

for burns , she said , handing him a sprig of something

one is for

listened intently , his

rare to see him this relaxed

remarked , a small smile

He shrugged .

to be

, unspoken but it was a

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

and the packhouse had

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

steeled to reopen it ,

pulled at me , and I set

time ,

to leave , my

and in a flush of sun they flared into light a low hum of light , pulsing for a time , until , as it

saw

those silences that burrow into the marrow

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

and what I needed

room , was against my ears ,

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