LOGINCorin
The dust hanging in the great hall and the smell of heavy velvet curtains burned my throat. I had been standing on the ladder all morning, cleaning the chandeliers and adjusting the decorations. My back no longer just hurt, it had gone numb. The places where the whip had struck throbbed and burned with every movement of my arms as my shirt tore at the wounds again and again. But I could not stop. Lumi was sitting comfortably in one of the armchairs in the center of the hall, sipping hot chocolate and watching my every move like a hungry predator. “There’s still a stain there, you mongrel,” she pointed at one of the crystals with a mocking smile. “If everything isn’t shining for tomorrow’s ball, my father will personally inspect your work. And you know he isn’t as forgiving as Martha.” I did not answer. If I spoke, I would only give her another excuse to torment me. A knot tightened in my throat and my eyes burned with exhaustion. I thought only of Glacier. Of the moment when this nightmare would finally end. He was my only hope, the only reason I had not given up. When the work finally ended and I could barely stand upright, Glacier appeared in the hall unexpectedly. Lumi jumped to her feet at once and put on her sweetest smile, but Glacier brushed her aside with a firm gesture. “Lumi, leave Corin alone. I need to talk to her about tomorrow’s protocol,” Glacier said in a calm but unmistakably commanding voice. Lumi’s face twisted with rage, but she did not dare defy the Alpha’s son. As soon as she left, Glacier hurried to my ladder and helped me down. The warmth of his hands seeped through my shirt and for a moment made me forget all my pain. “Sweet gods, Corin… you are completely exhausted,” he whispered, placing his hands gently on my waist. “You are so pale. Why do you let them wear you down like this?” “I’m fine, I just… had a lot of work to do,” I tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace because of my back. Glacier pulled a small ornate jar from his pocket. “Look what I brought you. This is the most expensive healing ointment I could get from the traders. It helps wounds heal and fades scars.” He guided me to sit on a bench and though I felt ashamed, I let him lift the edge of my shirt. I heard him hiss softly when he saw the lash marks. “Those animals,” he murmured with restrained anger, yet his touch was infinitely gentle as he spread the cool cream over my skin. “Tomorrow night, Corin. Tomorrow night everyone will see who you are to me. I already bought your dress too. They will bring it to your room in secret during the night.” “You bought me a dress?” My eyes widened in shock. I had never owned anything new. I had always worn the pack’s discarded clothes that either hung off me or cut into my skin. “Of course. Made of gold and silk, fit for a princess. I want you to be the most beautiful woman in the hall when I announce that you are my chosen mate. No more cleaning. No more kitchen. No more of any of this.” My heart nearly leapt from my chest. It felt like a fairy tale. Glacier was kneeling in front of me, the pride of the Silver Stone pack, looking at me as if I were his most precious treasure. I forgot the pain. I forgot Lumi’s cruelty. In that moment, he was my golden prince arriving to save me from the tower. “Glacier,” I began timidly. “My mother said I should not believe you. She said your pack would never accept a half blood at your side.” Glacier’s face softened with sadness and he gently cupped my cheek. “Your mother is just afraid, Corin. Humans have suffered too much in this world and they cannot see a way out. But I am me, not my father. If I choose you, the pack will obey, because I will be their next Alpha. Trust me, all right? Trust only me. I will protect you from them.” I nodded. I wanted to believe him. If I did not, my entire life would lose its meaning. He was the only one who treated me like a person, like a woman, in this brutal world. “There is one more thing,” Glacier said, looking deep into my eyes. “Tomorrow at the ball, Alpha Mason will be there. Please do not go near him. I heard he was staring at you again today during training. He is a dangerous, dark man. I do not want him to frighten you or cause you any trouble. Promise me.” “I promise,” I whispered. Mason’s sharp gaze from yesterday flashed through my mind, but Glacier’s closeness and gentle touch smothered all doubt. Glacier kissed me. His kiss was soft and sweet, filled with promise and safety. I felt as if I had finally come home. Later, when I returned to the kitchen, Lumi blocked my path again. This time she did not shout. She only whispered as I passed her. “Enjoy your little gifts, half blood. But remember, pretty words do not cleanse dirty blood.” I ignored her. The small jar of ointment rested in my pocket and Glacier’s promise filled my heart. I believed tomorrow’s ball would be the day of my freedom and happiness. At last I would show everyone that Luke’s daughter was not just a servant, but someone worthy of love. That night, as the cream finally eased the throbbing of my wounds, I heard a faint sound beneath my window. It was not Glacier. There was no scratching, only the heavy sense of a deep presence in the darkness. Someone stood among the trees, watching. But I was so calm from Glacier’s promises that I did not feel afraid. I fell asleep dreaming of the golden dress and the moment when Glacier would bow before the pack with me at his side.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







