The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 113

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 113**

In the dim light of the auditorium, a palpable tension filled the air as the audience’s gaze fell upon the girl’s visage captured in the leaked video.

Everything changed in an instant.

A group of wolves, well-acquainted with Giovanna, stiffened in unison, their expressions freezing like statues as they instinctively turned their heads toward her.

Giovanna felt a tightening in her chest, a complex swirl of emotions coursing through her.

What was this feeling?

Was it hardship?

Crushing debt?

Or was it the image of a desperate, impoverished student, so lost and misguided that she would resort to stealing the work of a choreographer?

The face on the screen was unmistakable, a haunting reflection that made Celestine’s earlier descriptions seem ludicrous in retrospect.

As she thought of her niece, who had recently become so secretive and erratic, Giovanna pressed her thumb against her temple, battling the onset of a headache.

Of course, Agnes had insisted she attend today’s performance, dragging along their colleagues as if it were a matter of life and death.

And now, here she was, caught in this web of chaos.

Those familiar with Giovanna also knew Agnes—everyone in the dance community did.

Giovanna had never borne children of her own; instead, she had raised Agnes with the fierce devotion of a wolf-mother, their bond as mentor and student a blend of formality and instinct that the dance world had long recognized.

Wolves who had witnessed Agnes grow up could assess her character in a heartbeat.

And in that very first heartbeat, they knew without a doubt that Celestine Ward was lying.

While the Giovanna family might not occupy the highest echelons of wealth among the Packs, they were certainly not obscure.

Agnes was no destitute student, desperate enough to resort to theft for choreography.

In fact, she had chosen to abandon the brutal competition of the dance world early on to pursue a career in entertainment.

She had no motive to steal.

As for Celestine, the credit for the Windchaser choreography was of utmost importance to her.

Yet, oblivious to the tempest brewing beneath the surface, the wolf onstage continued her graceful performance, her words flowing as smoothly as her footwork.

A veteran elder finally lowered her phone, which displayed the time-stamped videos, her expression hardening into stone.

“In our world, one must master integrity before technique. A wolf whose character is bent will find her craft hollow—an illusion, a mirage beneath the Moon.”

With that single, weighty sentence, a verdict was rendered.

It was a verdict that shattered Celestine’s future into a thousand irretrievable pieces.

None of the assembled masters showed the slightest hint of regret.

As wolves ascended the ranks, they became ever more protective of their honor.

No one would tarnish their reputation by standing beside a thief.

Meanwhile, Julia, who had cleverly positioned herself at the front with her cameraman, struggled to suppress her laughter.

No wonder Aysel Vale had instructed her to stoke the flames, to bring in Sofia’s team, to ensure the live-stream was operational.

This spectacle was unfolding beautifully, hot enough to consume every shred of Celestine’s arrogance.

Several guests began to rise, unwilling to waste another moment on this farce.

But then Luna Evelyn, who had only caught the elder’s final judgment and was unaware of the surrounding context, suddenly stood up, her voice slicing through the hall like a knife:

“Celestine is the true victim! On what grounds do you condemn her so easily?”

Her outburst was so thunderous that it drowned out the murmurs of the crowd.

Reporters, like wolves starved for a meal, snapped their heads toward her and surged forward, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

In that moment, the masters—who had been mere seconds away from escaping—found themselves cornered once again.

Celestine froze, her eyes wide and wounded as she turned to Sofia and Giovanna.

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