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 reach

left it

back in his chair ,

pursue this ? I moved ,

have sacrificed enough , I said

pack requires stability now , not another

Dane nodded slightly

Agreed .

we can do with

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

I wasnt blind to the

that , the rest of the night was

promising ourselves wed revisit it at some time when that felt right to do

the following morning with all the noise of the packhouse

; wolves worked together as they prepared breakfast , the sound of roasted meat wafting across

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

disaster , he muttered , stirring a pot that smelled distinctly

wanted to impress everyone ,

smoke , he shot

put a smile on

something about his manner was lighter

I saw Trajan sitting with

of herbs in her lap

nimbly as she

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

is for cuts and

listened intently , his

him this relaxed

Joclyn remarked , a

He shrugged .

to

, unspoken but it was a

them , the quiet understanding

the packhouse

of it , the journal lying across my lap , firelight dancing gently over its worn leather

steeled to reopen it

day pulled at me , and I set

time , I whispered

up to leave , my broken pendant fragments lay on

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

, I saw nothing at all

was one of those silences that

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

needed was some hours of sleep uninterrupted

, at my reaching and would have turned to leave the room ,

running across the shelf on which I laid the journal ; it lay still within the worn