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

chair ,

I moved , weighing

enough

requires stability now , not another mystery

Dane nodded

Agreed .

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felt some of that tension

I wasnt

that , the rest of the night

and I closed the journal , tucked it away , promising ourselves wed

the following 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 the

kitchen , her hands stained with

, he muttered , stirring a pot that smelled distinctly burnt

, Piper teased , nudging

smoke , he shot back , waving a towel in

teasing put a smile on my

his manner was lighter , freer than

afternoon , I saw Trajan sitting with Joclyn at

had a bunch of herbs in her lap

as she explained their purposes

handing him a sprig of

for cuts and infections

intently , his

see him this

learner , Joclyn remarked , a small smile tugging at

He shrugged .

to be

, unspoken but it

them ,

fallen , and the packhouse had quieted down once again

was on a couch in the main room of it , the journal lying

fingers steeled to reopen it ,

of the day pulled at me , and

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I stood up to leave , my broken pendant fragments lay

a low hum of light

course , I saw

one of those silences that burrow

weighted with exhaustion , like some heavy cloak had been tossed over me

needed was some hours of sleep uninterrupted

reaching and would have turned to leave the room , was against my ears

across the shelf on which I laid the journal ;