The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 205

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 205**

The atmosphere at the Moonvale Pack’s dinner table that night was thick with an unsettling silence, as stifling as a blanket pulled too tightly around one’s shoulders. Each member sat in their own world, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

Finally, unable to withstand the tension any longer, Lykos, who had been absent from home for several days, broke the silence. “Is Sister coming back soon?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

Fenrir, still lost in thought from the earlier conversation with their mother, paused for a moment, his mind racing to catch up. Which sister was Lykos referring to?

Then, like a light bulb flickering to life, it dawned on him.

Lykos hadn’t referred to Aysel as “Sister” in years; it was always “that one” or simply her name. The change in terminology struck Fenrir like a sudden gust of wind, reminding him of the bond they once shared.

“… Yeah,” he finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper, “Soon.”

Lykos opened his mouth, as if to say more, but then he hesitated, closing it again with a brittle, hollow-sounding “Oh.” His gaze fell to his bowl, where he began poking at the grains of rice as if they held the answers to his questions.

In the background, Luna Evelyn was busying herself with cleaning the house, her frantic movements revealing her guilt. She had even gone so far as to tidy up Celestine’s room, although she had no intention of going above and beyond.

Alpha Remus sat at the head of the table, his expression placid, almost unnaturally calm.

Celestine’s belongings had all been reclaimed and donated in an act of atonement, leaving her with nothing but the remnants of her past life.

Now, she was left with only them.

Even a wolf who raises a hound develops a bond; how much deeper would that connection run for someone who had poured so much of her life into Celestine?

Despite their disappointment in her choices, the Moonvale Pack had come to a consensus: they would continue to care for Celestine, to raise her, but it would never be the same as it had been before.

Alpha Remus harbored another thought, one he dared not voice aloud: Celestine’s engagement to Damon had never been officially dissolved.

If those two were to end up together, the Moonvale Pack could finally rid themselves of this burden, and without the weight of moral consequences.

As Dariusz continued to be a thorn in their side, Aysel’s journey to M-country unfolded with remarkable ease.

Thanks to Andrea and her professional team who had laid the groundwork, Aysel’s responsibilities were far lighter than they could have been.

Her primary focus was Julia, a dancer with whom she felt an instinctual harmony.

From the choreography to the final performance, their collaboration was effortless, as if their wolf instincts were perfectly synchronized in rhythm and breath.

After Magnus departed, Aysel immersed herself in her work, her focus unwavering, and her efficiency soared to new heights.

When the project finally concluded, the entire troupe found themselves reluctant to bid her farewell.

Andrea leaned in close to Sophia, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, “Can’t we just mount a new show right away?”

Skylar returned home from her overtime shift, munching on the leftovers Aysel had brought from her farewell dinner, equally hesitant to let her friend go.

“Babe,” Skylar whined, her mouth full of cake, “you really can’t stay a little longer?”

The warmth of having someone to share meals with after a long day, someone to unwind with, someone to vent to before sleep—this kind of pack warmth was a rare and treasured gift.

Who knew when such days would come around again?

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