Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 53

**Where Falling Leaves Whisper Stories Written In Silence by Ryn Jace Reed**
**Chapter 53**

Evelyn

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Emilia’s complexion deepened into a furious shade of crimson, her expression a volatile mix of rage and humiliation as Devon’s words settled ominously in the atmosphere around us.

“How dare you speak to me like that?” Emilia’s voice quivered, betraying the tempest of emotions swirling within her. “My family has been allies with yours for generations, Devon. And you choose to defend this… this outcast?” Her words dripped with disdain, each syllable a sharp dagger aimed directly at my heart.

Devon’s gaze remained as frigid as the winter air, his voice unwavering and resolute. “I won’t repeat myself, Emilia. Your behavior is unacceptable.” The calmness in his tone only seemed to infuriate her further, igniting the fire of her indignation.

I could see tears brimming in Emilia’s eyes, but whether they were genuine or a calculated ploy to elicit sympathy was a mystery I couldn’t unravel. Just then, her brother Alex appeared at her side, his presence a protective shield. He wrapped a firm arm around her shoulders, offering her a semblance of comfort.

“I apologize for my sister’s behavior,” Alex interjected, his voice a diplomatic blend of firmness and concern. “Devon, I’ll take Emilia home now. Perhaps we can discuss business another time.” His words were an attempt to diffuse the tension, a peace offering wrapped in politeness.

Devon acknowledged Alex with a curt nod, his expression unyielding as stone. As Alex guided Emilia away, she cast one last venomous glare in my direction, her eyes promising that this was far from over. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a premonition of the storm that was brewing.

Lily, sensing the awkwardness that lingered in the air like a heavy fog, broke the silence with a bright clap of her hands. “Okay, everyone! Time for dessert! We have the most amazing cake and treats waiting!” Her enthusiasm was infectious, a welcome distraction from the earlier confrontation.

The guests, eager to escape the palpable tension, flocked toward the dessert table like moths to a flame. Lily looped her arm through mine, pulling me along with an urgency that was both comforting and invigorating.

“Don’t let her ruin my birthday,” she whispered conspiratorially, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Besides, you absolutely have to try the chocolate truffles. They’re divine.” Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself smiling despite the earlier drama.

As we approached the dessert table, I marveled at the extravagant display before us. An array of sweets awaited, each one more tantalizing than the last, designed to satisfy even the most discerning wolf’s heightened senses. Just as I was about to grab a treat, a woman with sleek, raven-black hair approached us, her smile polished to perfection, yet lacking warmth.

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