Third Person's POV The Moon-blessed arena was supposed to be settling into the soft afterglow of the performance, yet the livestream chat-visible on hovering holo-screens across the outer plaza-had already exploded into chaos. The barrage of comments surged like a pack stirred into frenzy: [Was that the Moonvale heir just now? Did the eldest son of the lunar house try to shut the stream?] [So arrogant-think investing means he can command the whole continent?] [Someone's guilty. Why else rush to cut the feed?] [Came because of the trending topic. Did Celestine Ward really steal a dance? Isn't she supposed to be the prodigy of her generation?] [I'm a neutral wolf. Even I've heard she's a genius. This has to be a misunderstanding... right?] [Misunderstanding my tail. The timing and movement breakdowns are identical.] [Or someone jealous forged evidence to frame her.] [You can't wake a wolf pretending to be asleep.] But the comments hadn't always been hostile. Just earlier, the screens had been flooded with admiration: [Our Luna-blessed goddess is so beautiful tonight!] [Born with beauty, talent, lineage-what flaw did the Moonmother forget to give her?] [Seeing her dance is like witnessing the Moon-goddess sculpt creation herself.] [Tonight's choreography is breathtaking-unreal!] [Celestine Ward helped choreograph the piece! We always knew she danced like a celestial, but didn't expect her to compose like one.] [Our academy's dance wolves are all watching. So many masters in the audience too.] [Didn't expect a full broadcast-Celestine must really love us.] Because of the Moonvale Pack's relentless campaign earlier, Celestine's first solo performance had drawn in tens of thousands the moment the stream went live. Before the final piece, "Chasing the Wind," she had been worshiped like a rising moon. And then- One dance later, the tide turned. The moment the familiar name and familiar structure of the dance appeared in the rival video circulating online, the barrage froze for three whole seconds-an eternity in the wolf-net. And when Celestine insisted she was the original creator... The pack-rage detonated. [I cannot believe the thickness of this wolf's hide.] [She didn't even bother changing the name.] [Genius? Please. Her reputation always exceeded her skill. Bet she didn't choreograph the others either.] [Embarrassing. International wolf-dance masters are here tonight. This is humiliation on a continental scale.] [To be honest, the original dancer's emotion was way better.] The performance was long finished. The audience should have left. But no one moved. Wolves pulled out their comm-crystals, eyes sharp, tracking the real-time interview unfolding onstage like hunters scenting fresh blood. In the Moonvale section, Alpha Remus and Luna Evelyn sat stiff as carved stone, feeling every whispered accusation like thorns beneath their pelts. Their youngest, Lykos, was less controlled-his hackles rose, golden eyes flashing. "That dancer must have stolen my sister's creation first!" he snarled at a wolf in the row ahead. "And then dared to accuse Celestine!" The spectator scoffed. "Oh? Then bring your evidence. Their receipts are far more complete than yours." And indeed-evidence had flooded the net at unnatural speed. During Celestine Ward's performance, an A-list wolf-star-formerly a dancer before joining the entertainment packs-had reposted a video titled "Chasing the Wind."And it wasn't sudden. The wolf-star had teased it for half a month, telling fans she had discovered an astounding work created by a younger pack-sister. Her fanbase, already fond of dance, hyped it even more. Tonight they finally saw it- and it was stunning. Once leading wolves and dance scholars from multiple packs shared it, the video shot into the upper ranks of the continent's hot topics. Simultaneously, Celestine's own performance-also titled "Chasing the Wind"-blew up through the official livestream. Two trending topics. Same name. Same dance. And wolves who normally ignored dance videos suddenly clicked-because now it wasn't art. It was scandal. Netizens quickly pieced together a timeline. Celestine's own behind-the-scenes vlog had devoted long segments to hyping "Chasing the Wind," calling it her near-completed masterpiece. She even mentioned making last-minute improvements two days ago, refining details for perfection. Meanwhile, the wolf-star's protégé had posted her video earlier that same night-but her upload time was visibly much older, hidden for weeks until released ten minutes before the repost. And according to Celestine, she had "refined" the choreography just two days earlier-yet the other dancer's recording, from weeks prior, already featured those exact "refinements." The wolves of the net did not miss such details. The liar was obvious. Alpha Remus and Luna Evelyn exchanged grim looks-they weren't oblivious like Lykos. They already suspected the truth. But they couldn't abandon Celestine now. They gestured sharply toward Fenrir.The Moonvale heir stepped forward, placing himself between Celestine and the pack of reporters. His wolf-aura flared with the cold, controlled dominance of a noble-born sentinel. "The matter will be resolved through proper channels," he announced. "Stand back. We will release an official statement after our investigation. In the meantime, choose your words carefully." But the reporters were unmoved. Not even Damon Blackwood-Eastern Alpha, the strongest wolf in the region-had been able to fully quell them moments earlier. A reporter thrust a comm-screen directly toward Celestine, showing the rival dancer's recording. "Miss Ward, do you recognize this female? And do you still claim the choreography is yours?" Celestine looked. Her pupils contracted sharply. Her. That wolf-girl. That wretched little omega had kept a backup? But she forced her claws to retract, digging them into her palms. She had already destroyed the surveillance inside the studio. There should have been no proof left. She drew in a shaking breath, letting tears gloss her eyes, her frail posture evoking the helplessness of a cornered doe-wolf. "...Yes," she whispered. "I do know her." The entire hall erupted-both the physical crowd and the digital one. [She admitted it!] [So she DID steal it.] [Years of admiration gone in a second.] [My devotion and money wasted-this is betrayal.] Even Damon's brows pulled sharply together as he stared at her. But Celestine continued-and flipped the narrative in an instant."But I met her only once." Her breath hitched, emotions spiraling with carefully crafted fragility. "That day, I suddenly had a surge of inspiration and went to a nearby studio to practice. After I finished dancing, I saw a girl behind the glass wall filming me. Because the dance was meant as a surprise for my audience, I asked her not to release it. She swore she wouldn't. She even said she was my fan. She asked for my signature..." Her chest heaved, as if she couldn't draw breath. Her wolf-scent faltered into a trembling, sickly sweetness. Damon immediately wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her as she leaned into him. Fenrir planted himself firmly before her, aura expanding to a full protective shield, pushing reporters back a full meter.