Blood And Silver:Rise of the Alpha’s Rejected Mate Novel

“Begin with squashing the rumors. Be open with them about. what we intend to do. This pack needs to know that we stand as

one.

Dane hesitated a moment, then nodded. “I’ll talk with them. But

if this doesn’t work”

“It will,” I said with finality, though a flicker of doubt danced in the back of my mind.

“Seems we have to give you more time to discuss,” Kaida said out loud, cutting in.

Orion nodded, “We will send a message for the next meeting.”

I nodded and turned to Dane to see him grit his teeth out of anger, I took his hand and squeezed and he nodded too.

Orion and his Army vanished into the darkness of the forest.

“Luna,” a voice cut into my thoughts. I turned to see one of the

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warriors approaching, his face troubled. In his hand was a crumpled piece of paper.

“This was left behind near the edge of the clearing,” he said, handing it to me cautiously.

I unfolded the note, my heart racing as I read the hastily scrawled message:

5/6

“Beware the betrayal closest to your heart. Your pack’s survival depends on it.”

The words were a knife twisting in my gut. My mind whirled, rewinding the veiled barbs from the rival pack and the growing unease within my pack. Who could this betrayal refer to?

Dane’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Aurora, are you ready to head back?”

I folded the note fast and tucked it inside my pocket, turning to him and forcing a nod. “Yes, let’s go.”

As we went back, with every step, I stole glances at Dane square shoulders clamped, expression clamped. Yet, in my mind it seemed to echo warning after warning by the note.

At the edge of the packhouse, a figure emerged from the shadows. Piper stood there, her face pale, her eyes darting nervously.

“Aurora,” she called out, her voice low but urgent.

I quickened my pace toward her and noted how she fidgeted with the hem of her cloak. “What is it, Piper?”

She hesitated then looked around her cautiously, as if she wanted to make sure no one was around. “I heard something,” she whispered, fear and conviction combined in her tone.

“Come, you’ll tell me everything,” I told her, I walked in and she followed.