Chapter 155

Third Person's POV
Aysel was the kind of wolf that made even seasoned Alphas pause. If she ever crossed the threshold of another pack's den as a mate, it would feel like the heavens themselves bowed. Today, Bastien had deliberately tested the sharpness of her fangs.
Around them, a throng of young wolves and heirs felt the weight of the den's gaze like iron collars. Dennis and Bastien were not packs to offend lightly, yet standing on the other side were Magnus and Aysel-angelic in appearance, predatory in essence. The air thrummed with tension, hearts pounding, tails stiff with fear. Who knew if the next misstep would land them in the infirmary like Rudi and Noah?