Chapter 30

• Aysel's POV
• Celestine's tears had stained the hospital pillow in the middle of the night because of me. Knox-I could almost smell his fury-hated me as much as the entire Draven lineage would ever allow.
• Celestine's leg injury had cost her a critical promotion, a chance she'd fought for tooth and nail. Knox had a score to settle, and I wasn't about to cower away. But here's the problem: I am not easy prey. I am a Moonvale wolf, and wolves like me do not simply expose themselves. I could hunker in my den all day, curled up like a tortoise, invisible to those who would dare strike me. That was the art of patience-and Knox's predatory gaze had never found me at home.