Chapter 70

• Third Person's POV
• The great hall of the Moonvale Pack was drowned in chaos.
• What should have been a night of elegance now reeked of blood, lust, and shame-like a battlefield drenched in sin. The sight before the gathered wolves was obscene enough to make even seasoned Alphas recoil. Gasps and snarls cut through the air as the guests caught sight of the limp young wolf suspended from the upper balcony, and of Celestine-her clothes torn, her face pale as moonlight-collapsing under the weight of so many horrified eyes.