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 dominant presence had awakened my wolf’s instinct to heal itself. I no longer needed help to walk. Though my right arm still rested stiff in a firm bandage against my chest, my legs carried me steadily across the stone floor.
One morning, while Mason was inspecting the border patrols, my nose led me down to the lowest level of the pack house. The smell of fresh bread, roasted onions, and spiced meat filled the cool corridors. In Silver Stone, the kitchen had been the only place where I felt safe. There I underst
