Corinne was about to do something really stupid. Stupid and unnecessary, really. In the piercing silence of that early morning, while all the wolves in the pack were sleeping soundly after enjoying the party to the fullest, she should have been doing the same, instead of leaving the house's pantry as quietly as possible, carrying all the salt with her, anise, mint and other spices you managed to find. Her memory was no longer so fresh about the things she had once learned, but, with luck, that specific form of protection she still remembered. Hell, should she really do this? She had already achieved the impossible by Hunter no longer hating her or considering her a threat anymore. Why risk all that if someone caught her doing something related to… Witchcraft? However, if she really was right in her suspicions… No

“What are you doing?” Hunter asked behind her, in a confused tone, and Corinne felt like all her blood had dried up, so weak and lifeless her limbs felt, when she realized the trouble she had just gotten herself into “Corinne?” he called her again, as he approached “Why are you here at this time…? Is that… Salt?” “I…” swallowing hard, she stood up quickly, almost bumping her head against his chin in the process “Sorry, I… I was…” she tried to search her mind for a plausible explanation for what Hunter was seeing, but when he bent down close to her so he could open the bag and dip his hand between the salt and the petals as if to make sure his hunch was right, Corinne knew there was no point in trying to delay the inevitable “I was… Trying to protect the house. ” “With… Salt, herbs and flowers?” Hunter raised an eyebrow, probably thinking she had lost her mind

Hunter was starting to get used to the fact that, whenever something out of the ordinary happened in his house, Corinne was involved with it in some way. So when he smelled something burning as he was passing by the kitchen after yet another board meeting, he couldn't even feel surprised when, as soon as he arrived at the kitchen entrance, his eyes met his wife's standing in front of the stove, whimpering something unintelligible to himself as he banged a wooden spoon against the metal as if he wanted to kill the pan that was spitting smoke all over the place, even with the fire already turned off. “What’s easy about this, Penelope…?” was the only thing he could understand as she grumbled, grabbing an oven mitt to take the pan off the stove. “Did the swan tell you to do this?” Hunter asked and, perhaps because the kitchen was so clogged with smoke that she couldn't smell it, Corinne gasped with a start and dropped the pan on the floor in fright, spilling the thick, almost caked black

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Hunter gasped, while all Corinne cared to do was look in the direction of where Aiden was now spinning Penelope in the air full of joy, relieved to realize that she hadn't gotten in their way, even though she was still biting her own hand “Stop biting yourself!” he continued demanding, approaching her as if willing to push her hand away, but Corinne soon stopped him, sitting down in the garden dirt while ripping her fangs out of her flesh “What the fuck were you thinking?!” Hunter gasped, in a mix of terror and outrage, as if that were the worst scene he could have seen that day. “Haven't you ever had to bite something to stop yourself from screaming in pain or something, so you wouldn't be discovered on a battlefield after being wounded? Sometimes the only thing you have around is your own arm..." Corinne explained, thinking it was obvious, but the incredulous expression o

Ever since Hunter was a boy, his father’s young brother had always given him more headaches than help, with his mania for not knowing how to control his mouth. Hunter couldn't even say the duel with that old tigress was the worst mess his uncle had ever been in, but it was certainly the one that had irritated Hunter the most, even after so many years. He didn't really know where that intense yearning came from, but Hunter wished Corinne had come to his office that night and visited him of her own free will, just so they could talk or something, just like she always seemed so comfortable and willing to talk to the swan girl, Isabelle and now even Aiden…But not. Now he had to watch her nervously pace back and forth in his office, just because Felix didn't know how to respect a tiger if his life depended on it.