Chapter 167

• Third Person's POV
• The guest hall of Mistyhowl Mountain Lodge had been arranged in the style of a moonlit reception-tall crystal lanterns burning with silver flame, long tables laid out like a self-serve feast for wandering wolves. By the time Aysel arrived, several classmates from the old Academy cohort had already clustered together, their scents mingling in familiar patterns.
• Celestine had once been the universally adored goddess of campus-beautiful, well-bred, gentle-spoken, and gifted enough to wear the title of "prodigy spirit-dancer." The years that followed only amplified her myth; under the halo of a celebrated dance alpha, she became the dream of countless wolves.