Chapter 131

• Aysel's POV
• The storm had been growling over the Moonvale ancestral grounds since dawn-heavy, wet thunder, the kind that makes even seasoned wolves restless beneath their skin. By the time Magnus and I curled up in his room, trading gossip and teasing each other in the low amber glow of the lamps, the downpour outside had turned the world into a blur of silver water and rumbling sky.
• We played around longer than we meant to. It felt good-warm, easy, almost normal-until the dinner bell echoed through the old stone corridors.