The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 79

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**

**Chapter 79**

**Aysel’s POV**

Luna Evelyn’s eyes shot up, a spark of realization igniting within them.

For a fleeting moment, a flicker of sympathy stirred in my heart—almost.

But the truth was unmistakable: the fire that burned in my gaze was not sorrow; it was a deep, consuming hatred.

The warmth that once existed between us had long since evaporated, leaving only a chilling animosity that now defined our relationship. We were like wolves, once part of the same pack, now strangers who could no longer recognize the bonds of blood that once connected us.

Celestine glided forward, her voice laced with insincere sweetness as she steadied the quivering Luna.

“Mother,” she cooed, her tone deceptively gentle, “is little sister being so cruel tonight because she wishes to sever ties with the Moonvale Pack?”

Luna Evelyn’s claws flexed against the fabric of her gown, her expression a mask of panic.

She couldn’t afford to lose that last fragile thread that tethered me to her. That ancient bracelet—the one she had kept hidden away—was her final weapon, her last hope to keep me close.

But it was far too late for that.

I had come prepared, armed with the knowledge of her desperation.

A low murmur began to ripple through the gathered guests, a congregation of wolves possessing ears keen enough to catch whispers and tongues sharp enough to slice through the tension.

“What’s happening?” one voice murmured, curiosity tinged with disbelief. “Did the Luna forget her daughter’s gift?”

“Impossible,” another chimed in, a hint of disdain coloring their words. “The Moonvale Pack is wealthy enough to bury its mistakes in gold.”

A third voice, sly and knowing, interjected, “We all know their relationship is strained. They said this gathering was for the younger daughter’s engagement, but look who’s stealing the spotlight.”

Luna Evelyn’s expression hardened, a mask of defiance slipping into place. “Aysel’s gift is ready. I’ll fetch it myself.”

The scent of her fear wafted through the air, thick and palpable.

She was thinking of that jade bracelet again—the one meant to atone for Celestine’s humiliation. I could see her mind racing, contemplating how to replace it, perhaps hide it away, or even destroy it. Anything to avoid handing it over to me.

Before she could make a move, a low growl rumbled from Magnus, rolling through the clearing like a storm cloud gathering overhead.

“No need,” he said, his voice smooth yet laced with the authority of an Alpha. “Luna Evelyn’s gift has already arrived.”

The crowd parted like the sea, revealing Jackson, who emerged from the shadows, guiding the old butler forward.

The poor man exuded confusion and restraint—clearly, he had been waiting in the wings for this very moment, unaware of the trap that was closing in around his masters.

He clutched a small box, oblivious to the storm brewing in the air.

Each step he took echoed in the stillness of the night, a sound that felt almost ominous in its clarity.

That explained its modest value—but not the insult of withholding it.

Still, their gazes lingered on me, and I noted the deliberate choice of words. I had referred to her as Luna Evelyn—but not as my mother.

A calculated wound.

And they felt it.

The murmurs turned sharp and pointed. “She called her Luna Evelyn,” someone whispered, their voice laced with intrigue.

Another responded, “Then Moonvale’s Luna might not be her mother much longer.”

Luna Evelyn’s expression fell, the fight draining from her eyes as the truth began to dawn upon her like a dark cloud of poison—she couldn’t take it back now.

Not here. Not in front of the entire council of packs.

If it had been any other bracelet, she might have attempted to lie, to claim it was a mistake.

But this… this had been her promise.

And I had forced her to honor it.

For the first time in seventeen long years, I felt the chains that bound us snap—not with grief, but with the exhilarating rush of freedom.