The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 137

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 137**

**Aysel’s POV**

Even before my eyes met hers, I could sense the palpable fear radiating from Anna. It was like a heavy fog, thick and suffocating, enveloping the space between us. The frantic thrum of her heartbeat echoed in the stillness, a wild rhythm that betrayed the facade of confidence she wore like armor. I positioned one hand firmly against her chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall beneath my palm, while the other hand wielded a jagged shard of glass, its sharp edge gliding dangerously close to her throat, hovering just above her wide, terrified eyes.

“Investigate me?” I spat, my voice low and dangerous, revealing the sharpness of my teeth as I spoke. My claws tingled with the urge to shred the arrogance that clung to her like a second skin. “You should have learned by now… I don’t adhere to your rules. Wolves like me… we don’t negotiate, we don’t reason. We take what we want. Or we die trying.”

Her hands quivered near her face, trembling just inches from where my own hand lingered, and for a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of it—panic seeping through the cracks of her carefully constructed facade.

“You believe your pack outside offers you protection,” I growled, allowing the tip of the glass to tremble against her skin, a silent threat. “But I’ve already accepted the reality that tonight, one of us may not walk away from this room alive. Death doesn’t frighten me, Anna. It shouldn’t frighten you either.”

A rumble of thunder rolled through the night, lightning splitting the sky into jagged shards, illuminating her perfect features in a stark, silver glow. In that fleeting light, I saw the transformation of her face, twisting into something small and terrified. My wolf stirred within me, drawn by the scent of her fear, the intoxicating warmth of blood.

“You boast of a life well-lived… but I see the lie lurking in your eyes. You’re not ready to embrace death, not truly. If you were, why orchestrate this little game? You crave revenge, don’t you? But tell me, isn’t it more satisfying to leave someone half-dead than fully gone?”

I edged the glass closer, a mere flick of my wrist away from robbing her of sight forever. She froze, her body as still as a rabbit caught in the predatory gaze of a hunter.

“I admire the way your Pack operates,” I whispered, letting my teeth glisten in the brief flashes of lightning. “Tell me—who will reach you first, your pack waiting outside… or my shard piercing your eyes? From this moment on, you’ll be blind and helpless, tending to two broken souls… a fitting fate for your family, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You’re insane! Do you really think you can escape if you hurt me?” she retorted, her voice quaking with a mix of anger and fear.

I let out a laugh, a low, savage sound that echoed with the wildness of my wolf. “I told you—I do not fear death. You’ve never witnessed someone who is truly unafraid to die. Tonight, you will see.”

And then I moved—swift and deliberate. Not her eyes… not yet. Instead, I carved a line below the left corner of her eye, crimson blooming down her cheek like a dark flower. Her scream pierced the air, a primal sound that resonated off the walls, vibrating through the storm that raged outside. My wolf surged with satisfaction; her fear was intoxicating, a sweet nectar that filled the space between us.

Outside, I could sense her pack stirring, their anxiety palpable, ready to burst through the door at the sound of her scream.

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