The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 194

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 194**

**Aysel’s POV**

The thought of enduring the biting, barely concealed contempt of my own team for the next few weeks filled me with a sense of dread. If silence was the price I had to pay for their acceptance, then I would much rather bare my fangs and confront them head-on, forcing them to swallow their doubts whole.

As I stood there, I could see the surprise flicker across Andrea’s face at my bold challenge—sharp, audacious, and delivered with unwavering confidence. It was clear she hadn’t anticipated that a young wolf, freshly arrived from the Moonvale Pack, would dare to initiate a formal duel of skills against her.

But the spark in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

I had struck a nerve, igniting the competitive spirit that lay dormant within her.

Sure, it wasn’t particularly honorable for someone of her stature to pick on a younger wolf, but in her gaze, I was nothing more than a thorny Eastern rose—defiant, bristling with challenge, and impossible to ignore, even harder to appreciate.

“Fine,” Andrea replied, her voice clipped and laced with pride. “In three days, we will settle this during our internal showcase. As for roles—Julia will take the lead as the primary she-wolf, and since you two are already acquainted, she’s yours to command. I will take the second lead.”

With that, she turned her steely gaze towards me, her lips curling into a smirk that held a challenge older than any pact between packs.

“You wolves of the East have a saying, don’t you? ‘A wager is a wager.’ When you lose—and believe me, I don’t care what bloodline or support you think you have—I will personally throw you out.”

I lifted my chin defiantly and extended my hand toward her. “Deal.”

With a swift motion, Andrea slapped her palm against mine with an air of arrogance. “Don’t let down Sophia’s faith in you.”

Our eyes locked, and I could feel the tension crackling in the air between us, like two competing auras colliding.

Beside us, Julia stood frozen, holding her breath.

I could sense her belief in me, but the weight of Andrea’s reputation loomed large and terrifying. She was known for her exceptional skill, razor-sharp instincts, and the countless battles she had faced in various showcases. Julia was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the fear of our potential defeat and the secret desire to witness Andrea’s smug, judgmental expression shatter into pieces.

Her beautiful, sultry face twisted in conflict, revealing the turmoil within her.

In contrast, Sophia simply smiled—a soft, knowing expression that suggested she had seen this side of Andrea before, and perhaps even enjoyed the spectacle.

She placed a reassuring hand on Julia’s shoulder, then turned her attention to me.

“I look forward to seeing your performance.”

Once the crowd finally began to disperse, I noticed Julia’s knees nearly buckle beneath her. She leaned against the wall, as if her bones had turned to mist.

“Aysel…” she began, her voice cautious, as if afraid of bruising my pride. “Andrea is incredibly strong. Maybe you should take a look at her past performances first, you know… ‘know your enemy, win your battles…’”

Her eyes seemed to plead with me to reconsider.

The truth was, while her previous solos might not have met Sophia’s high expectations, it didn’t mean that Andrea lacked talent. It was merely a mismatch of styles.

And the piece I had chosen for our duel?

It meant that our two actresses—and the two of us—would have to share the stage together.

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