Flashback: Six months before Corra's mating ceremony. Misty's hands trembled as she stood just outside the kitchen, a specter in the sunlight streaking through the house. The air crackled with tension, a preamble to the storm brewing inside. Corra stood at the sink, scrubbing the dishes from this afternoon's meal, her palms are red and raw from the hot water. The scent of citrus detergent filled the air, mixing with the aroma of freshly baked cookies. Shayla and Ariana strode into the kitchen, their eyes narrowed. " Here troll. Ariana said handing her dirty cookie plate to Corra. "Make sure it's cleaned better next time. It's my favorite dish, as you know. No skimping on the scrubbing." Ariana and Shayla chuckled as Corra took the plate with her head bowed. Misty bristled at the sight of C
