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 unfinished

back in his chair , his

we pursue this ? I moved , weighing the decision

sacrificed enough , I

requires stability now

nodded slightly

Agreed .

we can do with some Chapter 225

some of

As much as the journal made me curious , I wasnt blind to the exhaustion still residual from all theyd been

the rest of the

, tucked it away , promising ourselves wed revisit it at some time

with all

, their shrill giggles echoing around ; wolves worked together

stained with flour as

, stirring

to impress everyone , Piper teased , nudging him

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

, their teasing put a smile on my face

his manner was lighter , freer than

sitting with Joclyn at the edge of the

a bunch of herbs in her lap , her fingers

as she

, handing him a sprig of something green and

is for cuts and infections

, his usual guarded

see him this relaxed , this

remarked , a small

He shrugged .

to

it was a

there between them , the quiet understanding grown out

had finally fallen , and the packhouse had quieted down once again

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

fingers steeled to reopen

, and I

Another time , I

leave , my broken pendant fragments

of sun they flared into light a low hum of light ,

I saw nothing at all

was one of those silences that

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

long and what I needed was

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

across the shelf on which I laid the journal