Chapter 91

• Aysel's POV
• I followed Magnus into the grand hall where the charity auction buzzed with the scent of ambition and power. This was our first official appearance together since the birthday banquet. The air was thick with tension, like the warning growl before a hunt. Every eye turned toward us immediately, assessing, measuring. I could feel the subtle sniff of curiosity and envy, the same way a wolf gauges a rival in the wild.
• To my surprise, I spotted Celestine and Damon across the hall. Of course-they were the betrothed, Moonvale and Blackwood Packs' young representatives, here to maintain appearances and repair bruised pride. Damon instinctively withdrew the arm Celestine had been holding. Celestine's gaze fell, hesitant, unreadable. But I didn't spare either of them a glance. My focus tonight had a single target, and it wasn't them.