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

it unfinished

leaned back in his chair , his eyes thoughtful

moved , weighing the decision on my

have sacrificed enough ,

now , not another

nodded slightly

Agreed .

with

changed then , and I felt some of

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

of the night was pretty low key

, tucked it away , promising ourselves wed revisit it at some time

the following morning with all the noise of the packhouse

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

hands stained with flour as she tried

he muttered , stirring

everyone , Piper teased ,

he shot back , waving a towel in the air

, their teasing put a smile on my

about his manner was lighter , freer

Trajan sitting with Joclyn at the edge

in her lap , her

she

, handing him a

is for cuts and

listened intently , his usual guarded

him this

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

He shrugged .

to

, unspoken but it was a bond

, the quiet understanding

had finally fallen , and the

main room of it , the journal lying

fingers steeled to reopen it

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

Another time

up to leave , my broken

of sun they flared into light a low hum of light , pulsing for a time , until

course , I saw nothing at

was one of those silences that

with exhaustion , like some heavy cloak had

predictably long and what I needed was some hours of sleep uninterrupted

reaching and would have turned to leave the room , was against my ears , soft enough I must have imagined it

laid the journal ; it lay still within the worn leather , fire dancing across