Page 9 of Corbin's Conflict


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An image of my mother appears in the reflection, causing me to gasp.

“Mom,” I whisper.

“My sweet, sweet baby girl.” My mom’s voice fills the cabin. “I know you’re not born yet as I cast this spell, but I feel you inside me. Growing. Getting stronger. But what you must know is this world is a dangerous one. By you finding this mirror, you will have returned home. Home to where you should have always grown up. I wish that were what your life was like.”

I watch the tears on my mother’s face and the way she hitches her breath.

“Our lives won’t be easy, and I’ve no choice but to run and hide. To keep you safe. There’s so much that even I don’t understand. What I do know is Death wants my child, and I cannot allow that to happen. I won’t let you be used. Our family holds a grave secret, one that I couldn’t tell your father out of fear that he would convince me he could protect me from. I couldn’t allow this. I couldn’t let him leave his son behind. See, you are special and need to be protected at all costs. You are not just an earth witch, as you will be raised to believe. You’re a half-shifter, I’ll never hide this from you, but you will not have a wolf. Not really. The Mother Goddess and the moon blessed me with you, and you are to be born the night of an eclipse. I pray they will shield your birth so that no one will be able to know you were born. Not yet, at least. I want you to grow. Learn and become the beautiful woman I want you to be.

“However, you must know this. Death wants you because of the abilities you’ll have. The ones I intend to teach you to control . . . to hide. You are more than just earth witch and shifter. You are magic itself. Blessed by Mother Goddess. Our family comes from the bloodline of the Mother Goddess herself. She can’t protect us as we would like. That would mean turning her back on all those who worship her. But we cannot ever allow the dark to consume us.”

More tears stream down her face, and she looks away from the mirror.

“I can only hope that when you find this, you won’t be alone any longer. That you’ll have found a mate and that he’ll protect you. That together, you two can keep Death away. Keep those who are in danger safe. If Death gets his hands on you, my sweet girl, nothing will stop him from controlling the rest. He has blood witches amass and will stop at nothing. He needs purity. Innocence. You. If he gets his hands on all three, we’re all doomed.”

The mirror loses its glow as my mother’s image fades. Her words resonate with fear inside me. I already know what Death is capable of. He’s a monster. Completely terrifying. I know what he wants from me. What he wants me to do. It’s not just about what my mother said. It’s so much more. Worse.

So, so, so much worse.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I think about what my mother said about me being from the Mother Goddess herself’s bloodline. It couldn’t be possible. Could it?

All of this is confusing, and now I have a mate.

Corbin.

How do I handle this?

I know absolutely nothing about shifters other than what my mother taught me.

It’s all strange. What I do know is with the blood witches out there, it’s not safe for me to be here alone. Not anymore, not when they were able to find me. And on top of that, with this glowing thing, and now I just learned I can vanish, my powers are unpredictable. It scares me, and I don’t know how to control it.

But if I ask them for help. For them to protect me, I could be putting them in danger.

Moving toward the cabin door, I throw it open and step out into the night air. I barely get one foot out the door before I hear the growling. Whipping my head around in the direction of the sound, my eyes widen as I come face-to-face with the largest black wolf I’ve ever seen. One look in his eyes, and I know right away it’s Corbin, and he’s not happy.

The massive wolf approaches me, teeth showing, large sharp teeth that make him look scarier than even the wolf in the Little Red Riding Hood stories.

Once he’s right in front of me, he shifts, no longer is he the beast, but a very furious man.

“You have got to be the stupidest woman I know for doing something so idiotic,” he snarls.

“What’s that?” I whisper, unable to keep myself from asking or continuing. “And for the record, I’m not stupid or idiotic.”

“You vanishing the way you did, right in front of all of us, fuckin’ stupid, mate,” he sneers that last word like it gives him a bad taste in his mouth.

“I’m not your mate.” I straighten and narrow my gaze, feeling myself grow bold in his presence. “Also, for the record,” I breathe, “I didn’t mean to vanish. I didn’t even know I could do that.”

“Bullshit,” he spits.

“Not bullshit,” I mumble. “I’m not a liar. I don’t know how, and I know you can probably smell if I were being deceitful.”

“There’s plenty of ways for a witch to hide her lies,” he sneers, wrapping a beefy hand around my bicep. “Now, let’s get back to the fuckin’ clubhouse. You’re going to the cells until further notice. Dane and Daniel don’t like it, but too fuckin’ bad. With you there, I know you can’t pull no shit.”

“The cells?” I whisper, not liking the sound of it. Not in the least. “Please, don’t put me in a cell.”

“You’re going in a cell.” He growls.

“Please,” I whisper, turning into a whimper when he squeezes my arm. “Please, I’ve lived in a cell for the past five years of my life. I don’t want to go in another one.” Small spaces scare me. They make me feel as if I were an animal.

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