Chapter 15

Third Person's POV
Celestine lay in the healer's chamber, eyes rimmed with fire-red fury. The Moonvale Pack had been buzzing with concern over her, but none of it mattered now-her dreams had been shattered.
The troupe's messenger had just delivered the news: because of her injury, she wouldn't take the Black Swan's center stage. The role she had spent six months preparing for would go to a replacement. The part she had worked tirelessly to perfect-the lead in the international master's new choreography-slipped from her claws like prey escaping the hunt.