Chapter 299

• Third Person's POV
• Determined, she corralled a group of younger cubs to pepper Alfie with questions, keeping him firmly occupied, ensuring he could not approach Aysel. Alfie's instincts told him what she was doing, and though he could have resisted, he didn't. Seven years past, seven years present, he had always been an observer.
• Aysel's luck today seemed to clash with the fates themselves. First the spilled wine incident, then moments later, a clumsy cub knocked over a tray of desserts, coating her cerulean dress in sticky frosting. There was no choice but to retreat to the antechamber once more.