Chapter 172 Rosalie, Can I Trust You?

**Rosalie’s POV

After my efforts to save Talon, Ethan kept his distance for a few days. Without him keeping a close eye on who was coming in and out of my tent, I was able to see Georgia and Vicky more than I had been

While I was grateful to be able to see my friends, with every day that passed, I missed Rowan more and more. My arms ached from being so empty

“We need to think of a way to get you home,” Georgia said one afternoon when she snuck into my tent. Vicky was out helping Paul with an assignment Ethan had given him.

“I know,” I said, pulling myself from the thoughts of my baby. “But how?”

“I don’t know.” Georgia shook her head. “The only person that has the slightest possibility to persuade him is you.”

I commented bitterly, “I might be able to talk some sense into him, but not on this matter. It’s already bad enough, I didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s already difficult lives.”

She stood up and started pacing back and forth. “I think it will just continue to get worse. The more this rogue state takes over his life, the more likely he is to completely lose the part of him he has left.”

Ethan… even though we were physically close to each other, I felt he was so far away. All the days back in the Drogomor pack, in Mirage, or even on the islands seemed to happen so long ago that I started to question whether those were all just my imagination.

Did that calm, cold, graceful and sometimes even gentle Ethan really exist?

“There has to be something we can do,” Georgia said. She bit her bottom lip. “You sure with all of the magical healing abilities you have in your blood, you can’t fix him?”

I knew she wasn’t being serious and was just venting. “It doesn’t work that way, Georgia.”

“But surely there must be something that can be done to save the soul of a rogue, right? Wait, a rogue is just a wolf without a pack? What if he joined your pack? Wouldn’t that make him no longer be a rogue? Would that do it?” She looked at me with a hopeful expression on her face.

I shook my head. “He was just banished. He chose the rogue way. Once a wolf chooses to give up their soul for power, nothing can be done….”

My voice trailed off as my mind went back to the books I’d been studying when I was in the palace, the ones about the pack’s laws and rules. Some of them also mentioned ceremonies and magical abilities.

I had read something about souls, hadn’t I? As my mind went back to the passage I had read, trying to remember exactly what it said, Georgia continued to lament the changes in her brother.

Then… it all came back to me.

“Wait a minute!” I declared, standing up from the cot where I’d been sitting. “I think… there might be a way.”

Georgia hopped up as well, her eyes wide as she studied my face. “You do?”

I nodded, “Yes. Now that I think about it, I remember reading a passage in one of the books in the library back in the palace that talked about how to perform a sacred ritual related to souls.”

“Really?” Georgia asked, and for the first time, I could see hope in her expression.

“Yes… but i don’t know whether it would help in this case, nor do I know what kind of ritual would be needed.”

Georgia’s eyes were already lit up. “This is already amazing news, Rosalie! At least we have a starting point!!”

She was walking faster and faster in small circles which made me a bit dizzy. I waved her to sit down next to me as I explained, “There’s a sacred altar in a temple in my lands, That’s where the ceremony has to take place. The temple is built upon the land where the first queen is buried. Her blood is said to have blessed the earth there, so they built a temple. This is where all of the sacred ceremonies take place, where all of the miracles are performed whenever someone needs something beyond what the

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