The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 106

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 106**

In the dimly lit atmosphere of the Moonspire Theater, Luna Evelyn felt a reprimand rise in her throat, but it remained trapped there, unspoken. The sight of Aysel was like a cold wind slicing through her, an icy calmness that sent shivers down her spine. There was no trace left of the girl who once sought even the smallest gestures of affection from the Moonvale Pack. Instead, Aysel stood there, a fortress of indifference, her eyes devoid of warmth. Evelyn found herself momentarily paralyzed, caught off guard by the chill radiating from her daughter.

Magnus, with an air of effortless authority, lifted his gaze, his lashes casting shadows over his intense eyes. He placed a hand on Aysel’s shoulder, a gesture that was both protective and commanding. His eyes, sharp and calculating like a predator’s, turned to Alpha Remus, who stood nearby, tension coiling around him like a taut string ready to snap.

“Alpha Remus,” Magnus spoke, his tone deceptively mild, yet it carried an undercurrent of steel, reminiscent of the Rafe’s legendary might. “Make way.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Alpha Remus’s lips pressed into a tight line, the humiliation evident in the deepening creases of his face as he reluctantly stepped aside, pulling his mate and sons along with him. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Julia, ever the opportunist, stepped forward with a bright smile that sparkled with mischief. “Come this way, Aysel,” she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I’ll escort you inside.” There was a glint in her eyes, a hint of satisfaction that suggested she relished the unfolding drama.

As the trio—Aysel, Magnus, and Julia—entered the Moonspire Theater, they did so under the watchful eyes of a crowd that had gathered early, eager for the spectacle that awaited them. The performance had yet to begin, but the atmosphere was already charged with excitement and whispers.

Eyes darted, ears perked up, and several wolves busily tapped away on their screens, sending rapid-fire messages to their gossip circles, eager to share every morsel of Moonvale Pack’s embarrassment before the curtain had even risen. The wolves of Moonvale wore smiles that felt increasingly strained, their earlier pride evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

With her back turned to the crowd, Aysel allowed the corners of her lips to curl slightly, a subtle sign of her amusement. This performance was meant to be a fresh experience, a moment to be savored. Yet, the thought of granting Celestine the honor of her support? That was a privilege Aysel was unwilling to bestow.

If the rumors twisted this encounter into a narrative of reconciliation between her and Celestine, she knew she would be haunted by it forever.

Inside the theater, the tension among the Moonvale Pack intensified, the weight of glances and murmurs pressing down on them like an oppressive blanket. Julia’s exuberant praise for Aysel and Magnus—who had just publicly sided with her—only sharpened the discomfort, like claws raking across tender flesh.

Fenrir, sensing Luna Evelyn’s anxiety, gently squeezed her trembling hand. “It’s alright,” he reassured her, his voice low and soothing. “Once Celestine finishes her performance, all this will fade away.”

**Chapter TUO**

Lykos nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. “Sister’s new choreography is truly brilliant,” he remarked, his voice laced with admiration. “Even the master she invited as a stage consultant praised it as exceptional. Let her strength shine through and slap their faces with the truth. That Julia… she’s merely Celestine’s defeated rival. Everyone will laugh at Aysel for choosing the wrong side in this.”

Their words visibly eased the tension in Alpha Remus and Luna Evelyn. Yes, they thought in unison, once Celestine took the stage, all doubts would transform into waves of praise.

Dance was a spectacle judged by the eyes of the beholders. Whispers held little power against the brilliance of true talent.

And if Celestine managed to capture the audience’s recognition tonight, especially from those legendary figures seated in the crowd, then the title of “dancing prodigy” would soar with her, reaching heights previously unimagined.

Moments later, backstage, Celestine was in the midst of changing into her opening costume when the news reached her, slicing through her focus like a dagger.

“Aysel and Magnus are here?” she echoed, her hands freezing mid-motion.

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