Chapter 212

• Third Person's POV
• Celestine shivered as she recalled the last smirk Aysel had cast before departing. The chill coiling in her chest was fierce and biting. Aysel had said she wanted Celestine to entangle herself with the Moonvale Pack-but never once had she promised help. Every thread of fragile familial warmth was merely a garnish in Aysel's game, a cruel morsel tossed into Celestine's life for her own amusement. This time it had been incarceration; next, what would it be?
• The bowl in Celestine's hands was suddenly overturned, clattering to the floor. She shot to her paws, a surge of predatory instinct igniting. She would not remain passive. If the Moonvale Pack was to crumble, she would secure as many leverage points as she could before the hunt began.