Chapter 127

• Third Person's POV
• The butler swallowed the reprimand that had almost slipped from his lips, slapping himself silently for overstepping. Focus, or the sharp teeth of pack politics will bite you.
• At last, Magnus led Aysel slowly through the grand hall. Her eyes, wide and gleaming with a quiet ferocity, betrayed the poised composure of a silent flower, yet every fiber of her being shimmered with readiness-always alert, always predatory.