Third Person's POV Magnus glanced at Aysel's softly growling stomach and brushed a hand over her abdomen. "Hungry?" Aysel nodded lightly. "I ate dinner too early." Magnus cast an annoyed look at the live-stream running on the screen. "Their death throes," he said flatly. Their nonsense was delaying his plan to take his little wolf out for a late-night hunt-well, supper. Aysel patted his hand. "It'll end soon." She picked up her bright-screening phone, glanced at the incoming message, and curved her lips. "They're here." Inside the Grand Theater Giovanna almost laughed aloud at Celestine's latest outburst. She was just about to speak when the theater doors were pushed open with force. Several silhouettes stood in the doorway, backlit like a wall of looming wolves. The cameraman instinctively zoomed in. And the girl from the leaked video-the one whose dance had ignited the entire scandal-appeared before the entire audience. The live chat exploded: "HOLY-she's here in person?!" "Support the confrontation! Let them fight!" Agnes lifted her chin with regal disdain, like a small but ferociously proud swan-no trace of the "timid plagiarist" Celestine had painted her to be."If I hadn't shown up, Miss Celestine Ward, would you have smeared all eighteen generations of my ancestors next?" She paused, baring her wolfish tone. "You. Thief." Her arrival was like a warrior's horn call-every supporter of the "little junior wolf" straightened with renewed vigor. But Celestine's gaze locked on one thing: the thick, mismatched bandages around Agnes's leg beneath her dress. Some viewers noticed as well. "Wait-did she get hurt?" "Why is her leg wrapped like that?" Giovanna blinked, surprised to see her niece charging in rather than leaving her the mess to clean up. As for the bandaged leg? She wasn't worried. She had personally watched Agnes wrap it earlier that day-circle after dramatic circle. She had assumed Agnes was preparing for another stunt in a performance class. Not this. Giovanna recovered her composure, raising a brow as if to say: Let's see what performance you've cooked up now, little wolf. Then Agnes stepped forward, pointed dramatically at Celestine-whose furious gaze could have pierced stone-and took a huge stride to the side. "Officers! It's her! She's the one who harmed me! Arrest her!" The room exploded. "I KNEW IT-those were uniforms earlier!" "You're telling me Celestine injured her? What is happening?!" "This went from dance drama to moral scandal to CRIME DETECTIVE TV-help!"Reporters nearly howled with joy. Tonight was a feast. Cameras snapped so fast they were almost overheating. Expressions of the Moonvale wolves, Celestine, and Damon were frozen mid-shock. Even Celestine-slow as she sometimes was-finally understood. Windchaser had been a carefully laid wolf trap. A "please enter the snare" invitation. And Agnes-judging by the smug pride she carried-wasn't injured at all. Red-eyed with fury, Celestine trembled. She had been tricked. She had walked into it willingly. Agnes folded her arms, snorting. "You dare glare at me? You've got some nerve for a villain." Facing the crowd-whose eyes sparkled with the hunger for Pack-level gossip-she didn't bother teasing out suspense. "That day, she was the one spying on me dancing. Then she deleted the surveillance recordings of our conversation. And to stop me from exposing her before her premiere..." Agnes flicked her hair with scorn. "She hired a car to run me down." Giovanna's eyelid twitched. Thinking of the dramatic bandage wrapping and Agnes's accusation, her gaze sharpened toward Celestine like a blade. Agnes continued, ranting with fierce satisfaction, "But guess what? I saved the studio footage long ago. And I even found the wolf she hired." She planted her hands on her hips and laughed triumphantly. At that moment, the massive background screen illuminated-and the video played. The first encounter between Agnes and Celestine. The recording made everything crystal clear: In the studio, it was Agnes dancing. And Celestine standing outside, watching obsessively- not the other way around. Throughout their conversation, Celestine kept subtly probing, extracting personal details. And thanks to Agnes's careful editing, all her own leading remarks were removed-leaving only vague statements that made it seem like Celestine had guessed those details on her own. The live chat became a storm: "So she thought Agnes was some powerless pretty girl and decided she could just steal freely?" "Terrifying-the Celestine in the video feels like a completely different wolf." "When Agnes refused to let her use the choreography, the look Celestine gave-Goddess above, I felt a chill." "What if Agnes can't dance anymore because of that injury?!" "This is vile. If even Giovanna's niece gets treated like this, imagine how she treats ordinary wolves." "Celestine finally crashed. It wasn't her first plagiarism incident anyway." The truth was no longer avoidable. The wolf responsible had been cornered. And the entire hall could smell it- the scent of downfall, as sharp and cold as winter wind.