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.

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nodded slightly

Agreed .

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

journal made me curious , I wasnt blind

, the rest of the night was pretty low key

it away , promising ourselves wed revisit it at some time

the following morning with all

together as they prepared breakfast

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

muttered , stirring a pot that

the one who wanted to impress everyone , Piper teased , nudging him

think it would involve smoke , he shot back

their teasing put a

manner was lighter , freer than I had

sitting with Joclyn at the edge of

herbs in her

as she explained their

she said , handing him a sprig of something green

one is for cuts and

his

was rare to see him this relaxed

, Joclyn remarked , a small smile tugging at her

He shrugged .

had to be

but it was

that were there between them , the quiet understanding grown out of time and respect

finally fallen , and the packhouse had quieted down

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

reopen

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

time , I whispered

I stood up to leave , my broken

a low hum of light ,

saw nothing

one of those silences that burrow into the marrow of bones

, weighted with exhaustion ,

predictably long and what I needed was some hours of

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

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