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.