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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.”Corin The door closed behind us with a heavy thud, shutting out the world, the war, and the restless murmur of the pack. Mason did not light a lamp. Only the faint glow of embers in the hearth painted the walls in deep crimson shadows. He still held me in his arms, as if setting me down might cause me to shatter. “Mason, you can put me down,” I whispered, though my head rested comfortably against his shoulder. The scent of smoke and ash clung to us both, mingling with the pine that always lingered on his skin. “My legs are fine.” “Your legs are,” he answered in a low, rough voice, tightening his hold just slightly. “Your back is not. Do you even feel how badly you were burned?” “The adrenaline dulled it,” I murmured. Now, wrapped in silence, the truth crept back in. The throbbing between my shoulder blades sharpened with each breath. Fire had left its mark. He set me down carefully on the thick rug befor
Corin The setting sun painted the pine trees around Northwood in long streaks of red. Smoke still lingered in the air, bitter and heavy, but the sounds of battle had given way to the steady rhythm of rebuilding. Saws growled. Hammers struck wood in determined cadence. Mason wasted no time. He assigned a dozen of his strongest warriors to remain behind as guards and to help begin reconstruction. “Watch the borders. If you see even a single silver hair, do not ask questions. Strike,” he commanded, his voice iron hard. Then he turned to me. His gaze softened as he looked me over. I still lay on the makeshift cot in the temporary infirmary, but the herbal salve and my wolf’s healing strength were already working. “I am taking you home, Corin. You and the children. The stronghold is safer. Nell and the others will care for you properly,” he said. He lifted me as if I were something sacred. The surviving child
Mason The rage was still pounding at my temples, but the sight before me slowly quieted the wolf raging inside. We had set up a temporary camp at the edge of the village, far from the still smoldering ruins. Brown Stone warriors moved in silent patrols, yet their gazes kept drifting toward the tent erected at the center of camp. Inside, gentleness and pain existed side by side. Corin lay on her stomach on a bedding layered with thick blankets. Her back… even I had to steady myself at the sight, and I had witnessed the worst horrors of war. Her skin was red and blistered where she had held the burning beam. And yet she did not complain. She simply lay there, cheek resting on her forearm, a strange serenity in her eyes that I could not comprehend. A bowl of cool herbal salve sat beside me. I dipped my fingers into it and began spreading it over her burned flesh with the lightest touch I was capable of. I felt her body
Corin The cracking of the beams sounded like the scream of a dying beast. As the roof gave way, burning wood and heavy tiles crashed down without mercy. There was nowhere to leap. No time to escape. Only one choice remained. I positioned myself above the children, braced my hind legs, and took the impact across my back. The weight was crushing. It felt as if a mountain had fallen on me. A deep pained howl tore from my throat, but my legs did not buckle. The children crouched beneath me, their wide terrified eyes fixed on me. Their faces were smeared with soot, tears cutting clean paths through the dirt. “Go,” I pushed into their minds through the bond. Even in wolf form, my voice rang clearly in their heads. “Quickly, little ones. Out the window. Do not look back.” I saw Sarah’s son first. He trembled, but found strength in my gaze. I nudged him with my nose toward the opening Mason and the warriors had carved into t
Corin Morning did not arrive with sunlight but with the merciless tolling of alarm bells. I was still wrapped in Mason’s arms, caught between sleep and waking, when pounding shook the door. Mason was on his feet in a single motion. His wolf surged to the surface. Gold burned in his eyes like live embers. A breathless messenger stood in the doorway, his clothes smeared with soot, terror etched across his face. “Alpha! Northwood is burning,” he shouted. “Glacier’s units struck during the night. They are not negotiating. They are setting fire to everything in their path.” The words hit like ice water. Northwood. That was where Sarah and her little boy lived. The same child who had sat in my lap the night before. My stomach twisted with rage and fear. Mason was already strapping on his armor, his face carved from stone. “You stay in the stronghold, Corin,” he ordered as he fastened his sword to his belt. “It
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. His fingers intertwined firmly with mine. As we walked through the corridors toward the great dining hall, I felt the steady confidence flowing from his palm. He was not merely taking me to dinner. He was presenting to the world who stood beside him. The moment we entered the vast arched hall, the low murmur of hundreds of voices dropped into a thick whisper. I felt eyes on my face, on the fading marks from the fight, and most of all on our joined hands. The whispering rolled through the benches like wind through tall grass. “Did you see? He brought her holding hands.” “They say Lyra could not land a single blow at the end.” “Luna. He truly







