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 ar
