Chapter 224

• Third Person's POV
• Day by day, the Moonvale den had settled into its routine. Gifts were always presented for Celestine to choose first; Aysel, now fully grown, had long stopped asking questions like a pup. Yet whenever Luna Evelyn fell ill, or when Fenrir and young Lycos were busy with their own endeavors, it was Aysel who proved the most devoted and considerate. She trailed after her mother like a loyal little shadow, paws padding softly on the den's floor, staying close until the matriarch regained strength-even without knowledge of remedies.
• Luna Evelyn's quiet, enduring gaze flickered with unspoken emotion as she turned her head to conceal a subtle glisten in her eyes. She spoke casually, though her voice carried warmth: "Aysel likes green, but the one I initially had my eyes on has already been taken. I hope she likes this one-she looks stunning in red too."