The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 186

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 186**

In the soft glow of the fading daylight, I placed my hand gently on Skylar’s shoulder, guiding her into a complete spin. I wanted her to absorb the vibrant scene unfolding around us. “No thinner,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, a teasing smirk dancing on my lips. “It seems like everything here is progressing even more seamlessly than I had anticipated.”

Skylar lifted her chin defiantly, a spark of pride illuminating her eyes. “Of course it is,” she replied, her tone laced with confidence. “And who is this friend of yours? I had a pack of foreign wolves eating out of my paw. By the end of this year, I’ll return to the Pack with every single target met.”

She had made a bold wager with her sire: to elevate the branch’s profits by thirty percent before the year’s end. Remarkably, she had already achieved that goal. Her decision to linger longer was fueled by pure ambition—a strategic move to solidify her grip on this territory and potentially double those profits.

Airports were not places for nostalgia; they were hubs of business and opportunity. As we loaded our packs into the car, she muttered under her breath, “My lodgings are conveniently located near Sophia’s Wolf Dance Troupe hall. You really don’t need to keep moving around; just stay with me. I’ve arranged for a car—you’ll only need to ride daily.”

I nodded in agreement. “Then Magnus won’t have to assign a driver after all.”

Skylar nearly choked on a sip of water at the mention of a driver. “Driver?” she scoffed, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Alright, fine. Honestly, the Shadowbane Alpha spoils everything with his wealth.”

Magnus’ influence stretched far and wide, a web of power that ensnared many. It wasn’t that Skylar lacked the ability to drive me around; rather, it was that cunning wolf’s penchant for showing off his resources.

“Alright then, your exclusive driver will stay,” I said, a note of finality in my voice. “In unfamiliar territory, a driver is a safer choice than you attempting to navigate on your own. The car I arranged will be for our outings,” she added, a hint of caution creeping into her tone. “But what else has he prepared for us?”

I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. “Nothing—just a few bodyguards.”

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