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

it

in his chair ,

,

enough ,

pack requires stability now

nodded

Agreed .

can do with

some of that tension ease just a

wasnt blind to the exhaustion still residual from

the night was pretty low key

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

following morning with all the noise of the packhouse

wolves worked together as they prepared breakfast , the sound

in the kitchen , her hands stained with flour as she tried to teach Warrick

is a disaster , he muttered , stirring a pot that smelled distinctly

to impress everyone , Piper teased , nudging

he shot back , waving a

put a smile on my face

about his manner was lighter

that afternoon , I saw Trajan sitting with Joclyn at

had a bunch of herbs in

she

she said , handing him a sprig of something green and

this one is for cuts and

his usual guarded expression softening

to see him this relaxed , this

learner , Joclyn remarked , a small smile tugging

He shrugged .

to be

it was a

them , the

had finally fallen , and the packhouse had quieted

the journal lying across my lap , firelight dancing gently over

to reopen

day pulled at me , and I set it aside carefully on a nearby shelf

225 Another time

up to leave , my broken

and in a flush of sun they flared into light a low hum of light , pulsing for a

I saw nothing at

that burrow into the

extended my arms up over my head , weighted with exhaustion

what I needed

have turned to leave the room , was against my ears , soft enough I must

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