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

it

leaned back in his chair , his

this ? I moved , weighing the decision

sacrificed enough , I

pack requires stability now , not another

Dane nodded slightly

Agreed .

can do with some

, and I felt some of that tension ease just a little bit

, I wasnt blind to the exhaustion still

, the rest of the night was pretty

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

all the noise of the packhouse

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

her hands stained with flour

a disaster , he muttered ,

everyone , Piper teased , nudging him with

smoke , he shot back , waving

teasing put a smile on my

something about his manner was

, I saw Trajan sitting with Joclyn at

had a bunch of herbs in her lap

she explained their purposes

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

is for

listened intently , his usual guarded

rare to see him

, a small smile tugging at her

He shrugged .

to

unspoken but it was a

there between them , the quiet

fallen , and the packhouse had

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

steeled to reopen it , peering deeper

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

time ,

up to leave , my broken pendant fragments

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

I saw nothing at all

of those silences that

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

needed was some hours of

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

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