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Corin
Dawn was nowhere in sight, only a frozen gray haze gnawed at the Silver Stone pack’s territory. My fingers went numb in the icy water after the first fifteen minutes. The laundry room sat at the very bottom of the pack house, a windowless, damp hole where the air always smelled of mold, lye, and suppressed rage. Moisture seeped from the walls, as if the stones themselves pitied me for being forced down here. “For fuck’s sake… I hope they all rot,” I muttered under my breath as I scrubbed a massive training outfit caked with mud and dried blood against the edge of the wash basin. The soap burned my wounds, the lye ate at my skin, but I could not stop. My back throbbed. Yesterday Lumi had “accidentally” shoved me into the corner of the wood shed, and now my shoulder was one huge, pulsing bruise. But rest was not an option. If the clothes were not ready for morning training, the Alpha would not limit the punishment to words. In this pack, I had no rights. My mother was just a human, and I was a half blood. That put me at the very bottom of the hierarchy. I was a mongrel with duties only. Stay quiet. Work. Take the kicks. Just hold on, Corin, I whispered to myself, closing my eyes. Just a few more days. You’ll be eighteen. Glacier promised. Glacier. At the sound of his name, warmth flooded me for a moment, a sharp contrast to the freezing water in the basin. He was my only light. The only one who did not call me “mongrel,” but used my name. The one who sometimes, when no one was watching, took my hand behind the stables and said he would be my savior. I clung to that promise like a last straw. I believed it because I had to. Without Glacier, I would have walked into the forest long ago and let the wild tear me apart. My thoughts drifted to my mother. Elena lived at the other end of the pack house in a tiny, windowless servant’s room. Since my father, Luke, died, she had been nothing but a shadow. The pack treated her cruelly because she had “seduced” their Alpha and given birth to a half blood. Every day I had to watch the once cheerful, beautiful woman slowly break. There was no fire left in her eyes, only fear and that silent guilt I always felt when she looked at me. I know she blames herself for being born human and sealing my fate. Suddenly the door slammed open with a loud bang. I flinched, and pain shot through my shoulder. Lumi stood there with two other girls. Lumi was perfect. Silky hair, flawless skin, clothes worth more than my mother earned in a year. She was pureblood, and she made sure I never forgot it. “You’re still stinking in here, you filthy mongrel?” she sneered, lifting an eyebrow as she walked inside. Her expensive boots clicked mockingly against the stone. “I thought you’d be done by now. Or does that half blood brain of yours work slower than a real wolf’s?” I did not look up. I kept scrubbing. The water had turned brown with filth. “I’m working, Lumi. Go away.” “What did you say?” Her voice was sharp as a freshly honed blade. She stepped up to the basin. “Did you hear that, girls? She thinks she can talk back to me. She forgot her place. Maybe that weak human mother of yours didn’t beat enough respect into you. Though what can you expect from a woman who never belonged in a pack?” “Don’t you dare say my name, and don’t talk about my mother,” I hissed, finally meeting her eyes. Rage flooded my head. “Oh? There’s some fire in you after all?” Lumi smiled. It was the cruel, predatory smile that always twisted my stomach. “You know, I just came from the kitchen. There was some slop left on the table. I thought you and your dear mommy might be hungry. After all, mongrels get the leftovers.” She pulled a bucket from behind her. I realized too late what was inside. With one smooth motion, she dumped it over the freshly washed clothes and over my head. Cold, greasy food scraps, coffee grounds, and stinking chunks of meat poured over me. “Fuck!” I shouted, jumping back and wiping the filth from my face. My eyes burned with humiliation. Lumi and her friends shrieked with laughter. “Look at her. Now she looks like what she is on the inside too. A pile of shit,” Lumi cackled. “What are you staring at, nobody? Want to hit me? Go on, try. My father is the pack’s beta. Touch me and they’ll skin you alive and throw your mother into the woods.” My fists clenched until my knuckles turned white. Suddenly I felt a strange heat under my skin. Something deep in my bones began to vibrate. For a moment, my vision sharpened, everything became clearer, and I felt a wave rising inside me, desperate to break free. Lumi went quiet and stepped back. She felt something. Fear flickered across her face for a split second. I took a deep breath and smothered the fire. Don’t. Not yet. Glacier said to stay quiet. Protect yourself. Protect your mother. “I’m sorry,” I said in a hoarse, broken voice, lowering my head again as the slop dripped down my face. “That’s right,” Lumi spat on the floor beside my hand. “Clean it up. And if every piece of clothing isn’t ready by morning, I’ll personally make sure you and your mother sleep in the dog kennels.” When they left, I remained there in the stinking mess, shaking with rage and cold. I wanted to tear the whole place apart. My father would never have allowed this. He had been a proud Alpha, and I had been his princess. But he was gone. And I was just a half blood who had to apologize every day for existing. I sank onto the wet floor and brushed away a single tear, mixing with the coffee grounds on my face. “Just a few more days, Mom,” I whispered. “We just have to hold on until I’m eighteen. Glacier will take us away from here.”Mason The first light of dawn had only begun to wash the stars from the sky above Brown Stone, but inside our house time had been frozen for hours. The night had been heavy, filled with Corin’s restrained cries and the tension that grips every wolf’s heart at such moments. Outside, the pack waited in silent stillness. Through the bond they could feel that their Luna was fighting the greatest battle of her life. I knelt beside the bed, holding Corin’s hand. I watched her sweat-covered face, her tangled hair, and every beat of my heart was for her. "She’s almost here, Corin. I can see her head," Vanessa said, her voice full of excitement. "One last push, sweetheart. Give it everything." Corin cried out and squeezed my hands so hard I felt her nails digging into my skin. That cry carried everything. All the pain of the past years, the victories, and the primal strength of a mother who refused to be broken. Then suddenly a sharp, clear cry of a newborn cut through the silenc
Corin Two weeks had passed since the darkness had nearly swallowed me. Two weeks that, according to Mason, I had spent in a deep fevered coma while my soul intertwined with that of my child in a golden emptiness. In that strange in-between place I first felt the true strength of the little one. The child was my anchor, a small pulsing flame that refused to let the icy silver poison stop my heart forever. Now I stood on my own feet again. The wound at my side still pulled when I moved, and a faint silver scar marked the place of the attack, but life flowed through my body once more. More than life. The Aura Prima, which had once been wild and destructive, had calmed. It felt like a deep dark ocean whose surface was peaceful while immeasurable power slept in its depths. Mason was asleep. For the first time in days I had managed to convince him to lie down. But I could not rest. There was something I needed to finish before this chapter could finally close. I pulled a dar
Mason The stairs leading down to the dungeon were damp and dark, but I did not need a torch. My wolf could see in the darkness, and the rage burning inside me radiated enough heat to almost dry the water seeping from the walls. With every step I saw Corin again in my mind, her red dress soaked in blood. I heard her cry and felt that moment when our child’s life had almost faded away. Two warriors stood in front of the last cell. The moment they saw me they stepped aside. I did not need to speak. My aura, the raw murderous Alpha energy pouring from me, was more suffocating than the air of the cellar. "Open it," I growled. My voice came from somewhere deep, like a rock splitting apart. The iron door creaked open. Lyra sat in the corner of the cell, leaning against the wall. Her clothes were torn, her face bruised where I had struck her earlier, but the madness was still burning in her eyes. When I stepped inside she smiled. That smile was the last nail in her coffin. "
Mason The world dissolved into a red haze. Corin’s body grew heavy in my arms, and the river of blood spreading across the white stone painted the ceremonial platform like the floor of a slaughterhouse. The poison of the silver dagger was already visible. Dark purple veins began creeping around Corin’s wound, as if the darkness itself was trying to choke the life out of her. "Take Lyra to the dungeon!" I roared at the warriors. My voice was no longer human. My wolf howled with pure killing fury. "But do not touch her. I will kill her myself. Slowly." I lifted Corin into my arms and ran toward the healing house at a frantic sprint. The pack parted silently before me. Behind me I could hear only frightened whispers. Vanessa was already waiting in the doorway. Her face was as pale as a sheet, but her hands did not tremble. She was the only one who knew what to do. "Lay her down," she ordered. "Mason, hold her shoulders. This will hurt her." As the healers tried to clean the
Mason Today was supposed to be a celebration of victory and new life. The main square of Brown Stone had never looked so radiant. White silk ribbons hung from the branches of the trees, the ceremonial bonfires were built from fragrant pine wood, and every member of the pack had gathered in their finest clothes. Corin stood beside me on the platform. She was beautiful. She wore a deep red gown embroidered with gold, gently outlining the curve of her growing belly. Her skin was no longer pale, and in her eyes burned that pure, noble fire that belonged only to a true Luna. "Pack," my voice rang out, and the crowd fell silent instantly. "Today we celebrate not only our freedom. Today we officially recognize the one whom fate and the Aura Prima placed at my side. Corin is not only my mate. She is our protector." I knelt before her in full view of the pack. I felt the shocked murmur ripple through the crowd. An Alpha rarely bows before anyone. But I did it with pride. I pull
Mason Two weeks had passed since the victory and the great announcement. Brown Stone had come back to life. The roofs of the houses were repaired, the steady rhythm of hammering echoed from the blacksmith’s forge, and training had resumed on the field under Jax’s command. But inside my own fortress, within the walls of our bedroom, a very different kind of war was raging. A war no alpha training had ever prepared me for. Morning did not begin with birds singing, but with a familiar desperate noise coming from the bathroom. I jumped out of bed immediately. Corin was kneeling on the cold floor, her hair stuck to her face with sweat, her body shaking as she retched. I stepped beside her and gently gathered her hair at the back of her neck while rubbing her back with my other hand. "I’m here, sweetheart. Just let it out," I whispered, even though my wolf inside wanted to tear down the walls from helplessness as it watched her suffer. When the sickness finally stopped, Corin
Corin Dinner time arrived. Mason did not allow us to remain in the room. He wanted the pack to see us. They needed to witness that the incident in the courtyard had not weakened my position but strengthened it. When we stepped out, Mason naturally reached for my hand.
Corin After Mason left, the room suddenly felt larger, yet somehow colder. The air still vibrated with tension, and my lips still pulsed from his fierce and demanding kiss. My mother remained silent for a while, simply watching me as I stood in the center of the room, disheveled an
Corin I leaned against Mason’s chest and let the world disappear around us. His embrace was nothing like I had imagined a man’s touch to be. There was no suffocating control in it, no raw violence like I had seen in Silver Stone. It felt like standing behind an unbreakable fortress
Mason The silence that settled over the courtyard was almost tangible. Every eye shifted from Corin to me. She stood there in the dust, bloodied and disheveled, and in her gaze I saw that tormenting uncertainty that made me want to burn the world to ash. She still believed that in







