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LOGINKorra has only ever known two things: hunger and fear. Since the death of her mother, her life has been a prison built from her father’s fists and his debts. But the night her father tries to sell her to pay what he owes, something inside her shatters. Instead of surrendering, she runs, but rather than into safety, she runs straight into the jaws of danger. Hunted by rogue men, she crosses an unseen border, and her fate changes forever. The Moonhowl patrol finds her; to them, she is a rogue. To their Alpha, Rhyker, she is nothing but a threat. Yet when Kael, Rhyker’s son and heir, locks eyes with her, the bond snaps into place with a force neither of them can deny. Torn between rejection and survival, she faces a cruel choice: bow to the fate Rhyker forces upon her… or rise from the ashes of her past and seize the bond that could be her only chance at freedom.
View MoreKael hadn’t planned to stay long. The Spring Hearth Gathering had always been a lighthearted affair, a day when ranks blurred and wolves forgot the burdens of command. But this year, something in the air drew him in, a pull that had nothing to do with duty.He had been in his study, going through the endless reports that cluttered his desk, when the laughter reached him from the kitchen courtyard. For a long time, such sounds had grated against him, reminding him of all that could so easily be lost. But now, it made him pause. A scent drifted through the air: flour, honey, and something faintly wild. Not the wild of the woods or blood, but gentler, like rain on warm skin.Without thinking, he followed it.The great hall had been transformed. Long wooden tables stretched in every direction, covered with bowls, doughs, jugs of milk, and wild herbs. The space pulsed with noise and wolves moving, laughing, singing off-key. And there, among them, stood Korra.Her sleeves were rolled up,
“Maybe I don’t know the difference anymore,” Korra whispered.Mara said nothing for a moment; only the quiet crackle of the hearth filled the silence between them.She touched Korra’s hand gently. “Then let this place teach you again.”Korra looked at her, uncertain. “And if it teaches me wrong?”Mara smiled faintly, a warmth in her eyes that reached deeper than words. “Then unlearn it. But don’t stop living long enough to find out.”Korra didn’t answer, but that night, long after Mara had gone to bed, she sat awake, watching the moon glow above. She wondered what it would mean to live again and not just survive, and whether she was allowed to.************The next morning, the pack house buzzed with unusual excitement. When Korra entered the kitchen with a stack of trays, Mara waved her over eagerly. “You are late! The baking festival starts in ten minutes!”“The what?” Korra blinked.“The Spring Hearth Gathering,” Mara explained, her voice bubbling with cheer. “Every spring, the pa
Mara taught Korra how to braid bread dough, how to light the hearth without choking on smoke, and how to laugh without glancing over her shoulder first. Once, Mara gifted her a pale blue dress. Korra stared at it for a long moment, fingers trembling. “This is too much.”“It’s just cloth,” Mara said with a grin. “But sometimes the right cloth makes people look twice and see a person instead of a story.”She didn’t know what to say. That night, when she put the dress on, she barely recognized herself; her reflection caught in the mirror, eyes glimmering faintly silver.Mara gasped softly. “You look… different. The moon suits you.”Korra smiled shyly. “I think it likes me better now.”Still, not everyone welcomed her. One afternoon, as she carried a basket of folded laundry across the courtyard, two young wolves blocked her path. Their grins were all teeth.“Look what the Alpha dragged in,” one sneered. “A drowned stray playing house.”Korra said nothing as she stepped aside. But they fo
Days passed before Korra could stand again. The doctors said it was a miracle; her lungs had filled completely, yet she lived. When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, something had changed. Her eyes, once dull gray, shimmered faintly like moonlight. Her wolf was quiet but stronger, more alive. She could feel her heartbeat syncing with something ancient and vast.Loran came to visit her at the hospital two days later. “You are being moved,” he said gently. “To the pack house, it’s safer.”Korra blinked, uncertain. “Kael?”“He… made sure of it.” Loran smiled faintly. “Rest easy, Korra. Your days of trouble are over.”The Pack House*******************The pack house was nothing like the place Korra had imagined when she used to peer through the trees as a child, watching the pack pups run and laugh. Back then, it had seemed like a palace with sun rays spilling from the windows, and the sound of clinking dishes and soft voices echoing through the air. Now, standing at the thre
BEYOND “Help!” Korra screamed, her voice bubbled as the water filled her mouth. Her limbs went numb as the cold bit through her bones. The moon blurred above, fractured by the rippling surface.From the bank, the men smirked as they watched her struggle.“She will crawl out,” one of them said.“She’s not that weak,” muttered another.But she didn’t because the seconds stretched, then minutes, and no movement or sound came from the stream.Halven’s smirk faltered. “Pull her out,” he snapped, as panic crept into his voice.They all waded into the stream, dragging her limp body onto the muddy shore. Her hair clung to her face, her lips turned pale, and her half-open eyes saw nothing.“Shit,” one whispered. “She is not breathing.”“Do something!” another barked.Halven knelt, pounding on her chest, his hands trembling. “Come on, come on!” He breathed air into her mouth, but nothing happened.“She is dead,” one finally said, his voice shaking. “She’s dead, Halven!”Halven’s face twisted.
Alpha Rhyker called a few trusted omegas to his study. He wanted to personally assign them the task of bullying Korra because it seemed they were not torturing her enough since the order was not direct from him. “I want her watched,” he said simply. “Push her more, corner her. Take what little she has: food, rest, peace. If she is dangerous, she will lash out. If she is weak, she will cower. Either way, we will know.”The omegas exchanged uncertain glances. One of them, a burly man named Halven, known for his strength rather than his brain, cleared his throat. “And if she fights back?”Rhyker’s gaze turned icy. “Then I will know what to make of her.”**************The next day, Halven cornered Korra outside the storage shed.“Out late again, rogue?” he drawled, blocking her path. His two companions stood behind him, smirking.“I was asked to clean the kitchen,” she said quietly, holding her gaze just below his chin enough to show respect, not defiance.Halven stepped closer, close e
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