The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 199

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 199**

In the heart of the night, Skylar had initially envisioned a thrilling escapade for Aysel, one that would immerse her in the vibrant nightlife of M Country—an electrifying world teeming with pulsating energy and the finely tuned instincts of the male hunters who roamed its shadowy corners. However, a single, unexpected word from Magnus had altered their course completely, redirecting their plans toward one of his gem mines, a place that was as much a treasure trove as it was a trap.

Skylar understood the unspoken rule of the wild: no wolf would dare bite the paw that feeds it. He was bold, yes, but he also recognized the delicate balance of power in their world. Pushing Aysel into the jaws of danger within Magnus’s territory was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. After all, who could truly gauge the extent of Magnus’s dominion over the sprawling city? One misstep into his lands with Aysel could transform what was meant to be an innocent adventure into a perilous blunder.

Fortunately, both Aysel and Skylar shared a mutual aversion to reckless thrills. They found joy in the simplicity of a quiet meal together, in the exploration of hidden alleys, or in the gentle exchange of low growls and laughter that resonated like a secret language between them. It was enough to ignite a spark of happiness, a warmth that enveloped them amid the night.

In a cozy, tucked-away den filled with the rich aromas of spices and the comforting glow of warm hearths, Skylar’s attention was drawn to Aysel. He noticed her calm, inscrutable gaze linger over a message that had just caught her eye before she set it aside with a slight furrow of her brow. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Moonvale Pack?” she inquired, her voice a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Aysel nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “Yes.”

Since the day Aysel had confined Celestine Ward within the cold, unyielding walls of the containment cells, she had severed her ties with the Moonvale Pack. In the wake of Magnus’s stern warning, the pack had tread lightly around her, their movements cautious, as if they were wary of stepping on fragile ground. Yet, it seemed that their claws were beginning to itch once more, yearning to mend the bonds that had frayed over time.

The message Aysel had glimpsed was from Fenrir, delivered through the device of another, extending an invitation to Luna Evelyn’s birthday—a celebration that felt like a bittersweet reminder of what had been lost.

Skylar’s lips curled into a sharp, bitter smile, one that held a hint of resentment. “They never celebrated your turning, yet their own festivities roll around each year without fail,” he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of indignation.

Aysel allowed herself a faint, fleeting smile, but it was tinged with sadness. Closing the barn door after the wolf has fled was a futile effort at best, a gesture that felt more like an empty promise than a solution.

Back in her homeland, Luna Evelyn was a tempest of fury, her emotions swirling like a storm-scented wind. She intercepted her pack’s servants mid-cleaning, her voice sharp and commanding, “Stay your paws! I’ll handle it myself!”

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