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

it unfinished

chair

we pursue this ? I moved , weighing the

have sacrificed enough

requires stability now

nodded

Agreed .

can do with some Chapter 225

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

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

of the night

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

came the following morning with all the noise of the packhouse

echoing around ; wolves worked together as they

hands stained with flour as

, stirring

everyone , Piper teased , nudging

think it would involve smoke , he shot back , waving a towel in the air

teasing put a smile on my face

4/7 destruction , something about his manner was lighter , freer

that afternoon , I saw Trajan sitting with Joclyn at the edge

had a bunch of herbs in her lap , her fingers

nimbly as she explained their purposes

she said , handing him a sprig of something green and fragrant

for cuts and

listened intently , his

to see him this

, Joclyn remarked , a small smile tugging at

He shrugged .

to be

but it

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

finally fallen , and the packhouse had quieted

of it , the journal lying across my lap

my fingers steeled to reopen it , peering

, and I set it aside

225 Another time , I

stood up to leave , my broken pendant fragments lay

light a low hum of light , pulsing

I saw nothing at

that burrow into the marrow of bones

exhaustion , like some heavy cloak had been tossed over me

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

have turned to leave the room , was against my

shelf on which I laid the journal