LOGINCorin
The huge pendulum of the clock carved into my chest with every strike. Boom. Boom. Boom. The people in the ballroom counted down in chorus, their voices echoing like a jubilant roar against the marble walls. I felt my blood begin to boil, but this was not fever. Something ancient, something rising from deep within, pressed against my bones. My wolf had finally awakened. Midnight. I was eighteen. In that sacred instant, an invisible, blazing chain yanked at my soul. The sensation hit me with such primal force that I nearly collapsed. The bond. The tight, pulsing thread that chained my soul to another. I sensed the scent of cold ice and pine, and my instincts cried out in bliss. Glacier. He was my mate. Fate had not lied. His promises had not been empty. The bond vibrated between us, clear and undeniable. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mason, the Alpha of Brown Stone, suddenly turn away. His face darkened, his shoulders tensing as if he were in physical pain. He did not speak to anyone, did not say goodbye. He simply headed for the exit. His heavy steps thundered across the parquet floor, and he never looked back. He left the hall, abandoning the Silver Stone pack in the middle of their celebration. I did not care. Why would I? Only Glacier existed. Glacier stepped to the edge of the platform. He extended his hand, and I, trembling, dressed in my ruined, stained golden gown, dizzy from the call of the bond, walked toward him. I heard mocking laughter from the crowd. I saw Lumi’s triumphant smile. But I looked only into my mate’s eyes. I waited for him to take my hand and reveal our fate to the world. My fingers were almost touching his when Glacier suddenly pulled his arm back in disgust. “Stop right there, you pathetic mongrel,” his voice cut through the hall like a whip. I froze. The bond in my chest thrashed violently, as if my heart were being torn out alive. “Glacier,” I whispered, tears choking my throat. “You feel it. You do feel it. You are my mate. It is midnight. Fate chose us.” Glacier’s face twisted with arrogance. He stepped closer, only so everyone could hear him. “I feel it, Corin. I feel your weakness. Your filthy blood trying to cling to me. Do you really think fate could make such a mistake? That the future Alpha of Silver Stone would be bound to a half blood wreck like you?” Lumi swayed up beside him, and Glacier wrapped an arm around her waist. “I, Glacier, heir of the Silver Stone pack, declare before all witnesses that I reject the bond,” he shouted toward the ceiling. “I reject Corin, the mongrel, as my mate. You are not worthy of me, and you never will be.” The moment he spoke the rejection, the blazing chain inside my soul snapped with blinding pain. It felt as if my flesh were being ripped apart from the inside. I collapsed to the floor, all the air torn from my lungs. Waves of agony painted my vision red. Laughter exploded through the hall. Lumi bent down toward me, her cloying perfume filling my senses. “Did you hear that, nobody? Even fate was only joking with you.” Glacier’s father, the Alpha, stepped forward then. His voice was cold as a gravestone. “Corin, daughter of Luke. You are hereby cast out of the Silver Stone pack. Stripped of your name and our protection. You have one hour to leave our territory with your mother. If you are found here after that time, you will be hunted as prey, and the pack may kill you.” The crowd cheered. Glacier did not even look at the girl writhing on the floor whose soul he had just shattered. Instead, he kissed Lumi openly while pack members began to shove and mock the “birthday girl” lying in the dirt. I lay in the center of the ballroom, in my ruined dress, an empty void where the bond had been torn away. Mason was already far gone. I could not expect his help. I was completely alone among the wolves.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 Two weeks had passed since the envoys’ visit. Those fourteen days unfolded under the heavy stillness that comes before a storm in the Brown Stone stronghold. The brace was finally removed from my right arm. The pale marks of wolf teeth still traced my skin, but the bone had f
Corin A week had passed since Mason revealed the truth about the second chance. That week dimmed every memory that had come before it. My body healed in a way that felt almost miraculous. Mason’s healer, a quiet but skilled man, said that the closeness of the bond and the Alpha’s d
Corin The past few days passed in a strange, slow rhythm. Mason spent every free moment with me, but he did not speak about weapons and he did not force me to fight while standing on weak legs. Instead he sat across from me and taught me something that would never have been allowed
Corin After breakfast, which Mason watched almost until the very last bite, something unusual was brought into the room. It was a heavy wheelchair made of dark wood, lined with soft furs. “Your legs cannot handle such a long walk yet,” Mason said in a tone that allowed







