Chapter 170

• Third Person's POV
• Wren hurried forward the moment Aysel finally stopped flinging drinks. Her hands shook slightly as she offered a soft handkerchief to the Moonvale she-wolf, head bowed in instinctive submission.
• Then she turned, face hardening as she stared down at Aaron-still pinned to the polished stone floor by two burly security enforcers from Mistyhowl Mountain Lodge, both in half-shift with claws slightly extended.