The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 82

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**

**Chapter 82**

**Magnus’s POV**

The moment Aysel boldly declared her liberation from the Moonvale Pack, I felt a seismic shift in the very fabric of our world. It was as if the ground beneath us had cracked open, revealing a chasm that would forever alter our destinies.

Even if her parents attempted to speak on her behalf again—proposing a betrothal, orchestrating a merger, or arranging a marriage—none of it would hold any weight in the eyes of the Wolf Courts. The oath she had shattered tonight reverberated through the hall like thunder, witnessed by every Alpha and Luna gathered there. Such bonds, once broken, could never be repaired.

Luna Evelyn’s gaze was locked onto her daughter, her expression one of shock and disbelief, as if she had been struck blind by an unseen force. I could almost taste her confusion in the air—sour, heavy, and saturated with regret.

All of this turmoil, all these shattered relationships, over a single bracelet. That was how she saw it. She failed to grasp the years of chill that lay beneath the surface, how countless small wounds could culminate in a devastating severance of the soul.

Yet the guests in attendance understood all too well. Wolves have an innate ability to sense when cruelty festers within a pack. They could smell it in the atmosphere tonight—the deep-seated hunger that had gnawed at their own blood. Every word spoken, every revelation unveiled, was another dagger plunged into the heart of their so-called daughter.

Aysel stood resolute, her confidence radiating from her like a beacon. She owed nothing to anyone—no land titles, no shares in the pack, no filthy money tainting her newfound independence. In every conceivable way, she was free.

As the crowd began to disperse, Fenrir lingered, his shoulders slumped, the once-mighty fire of an heir reduced to mere ashes. “Are you satisfied now?” he asked, his voice gravelly, laced with bitterness.

Across the expanse of the room, Aysel remained bathed in the silvery light streaming through the glass dome, her expression chiseled from ice. The mark of the Moon Goddess pulsed faintly at her wrist—a symbol of her severed ties to Moonvale, replaced now by something entirely new.

“No ties, no debts,” he murmured, bitterness dripping from his words. “Even if Moonvale refuses to acknowledge it, everyone here witnessed what you did tonight. With Shadowbane’s Alpha backing you, no one will dare question it. By dawn, the entire realm will know.”

His voice cracked under the weight of his emotions. “Was it truly necessary to go this far?”

Aysel’s laughter broke the tension, soft yet tinged with pain—a sound more akin to a wound than amusement. “I tried gentler methods,” she replied, her tone steady. “But tell me, Fenrir—did any of you ever truly listen?”

Her words struck him like a fang piercing flesh.

She continued, her voice low but relentless. “If I hadn’t fought back tonight, I would still be at your mercy—humiliated before every pack, shackled to a man who held no love for me, destined to be ridiculed again when he inevitably betrayed me. Tell me, Fenrir, would you have stood up for me then?”

“You can’t know that,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“I do,” she replied, her certainty unwavering. “Because your actions have spoken louder than any words ever could.”

I watched as he faltered, the truth seeping into him like frostbite, the realization striking him for the first time. He understood, deep down, that she was right.

When Celestine Ward was hurt, they would have razed kingdoms for her. Yet when Aysel bled, they demanded she smile, that she forgive.

Now, as he stood amidst the ruins of their family’s pride, he could no longer deny the bitter truth.

Aysel turned to him one last time, her smile calm, almost compassionate. “It’s over, Fenrir.”

Then she turned toward me, her resolve unshaken.

“Let’s go,” she said, her voice firm.

Her small hand found mine, a steady anchor in the chaos. I brushed my thumb over her knuckles and tousled her hair gently, a gesture of possession, protection, and finality.

The Moonvale Hall was suffused with the acrid scent of smoke and dying embers, and for the first time, Aysel felt like a stranger in a place that had once been her home.

Bad soil cannot nurture a rose. But if that soil is transformed—if it is uprooted and replanted—perhaps the rose can finally blossom.

And so we departed, hand in hand, stepping into the cold embrace of the night, leaving behind a house that could no longer claim us as its own.

We hadn’t ventured far when Luna Evelyn’s anguished cry shattered the silence behind us.

She rushed forward, her eyes wild with desperation, grasping Aysel’s hand as tears streamed down her cheeks. “No! You can’t sever ties! Aysel, I’m your mother. You can’t just cast me aside!”

Aysel’s wolf stirred within her—calm, resolute. She gently extricated herself from her mother’s grasp. “You were the one who cast me aside.”

Evelyn shook her head, panic etched across her features. “No, I didn’t! I only cared more for Celestine because she’s weak, she needs—”

“Luna Evelyn.”

My voice sliced through the air, halting her in her tracks. The room contracted around us, the Alpha command in my tone resonating with authority that didn’t require shouting. Every wolf in the hall froze, caught in the web of my presence.

“There’s no point in repeating old lies,” I stated, my gaze sweeping over the Moonvale Alphas. “I’ve heard enough of them.”

I stepped forward, my wolf’s essence rippling through the air, cold as iron and unyielding as winter itself.

“A car crash claimed lives,” I said softly, yet dangerously. “And instead of seeking the driver, you placed the blame on a six-year-old pup.”

My eyes locked onto Evelyn’s, then shifted to Remus. Neither could withstand my gaze.

“Pathetic,” I concluded, my voice devoid of compassion. “And unworthy of the name Moonvale.”

I had intended to end the conversation with that truth—that no parent should ever blame a six-year-old pup for a tragedy. But the more I regarded the Moonvale Alphas, the more disgust twisted in my gut.

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