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 fused, and thanks to Mason’s healer and my own wolf’s stubborn life force, my muscles regained their strength and flexibility.
The scars on my back no longer pulled. Every evening Mason personally applied the ointment to them. His movements were skilled and precise, yet beneath them pulsed a deep possessive gentleness that stole my breath each time.
Today was the first day.
Training day.
Dawn had only just drawn a gray line across the horizon when Mason and I stepped onto the secluded training ground behind t
