Third Person's POV Aysel shot a wry glance at Julia. "Winning or losing doesn't matter. Andrea already said we're welcome here-what are you afraid of?" By the time the final choreography took shape, Andrea had set aside her prejudice. Youth did not equal inexperience; she had to admit, Sophia's instincts were sharp as ever. Aysel's talent shone through, a brilliance that sparked new ideas even in Andrea. Over these three days, she had seen Aysel's professionalism, her resilience. She even felt a twinge of regret for the young wolf's past injuries. Today's duel was less a contest than an internal showcase of skill. Julia shook her head. Aysel's choreography was flawless-conquering the most critical Andrea was proof enough. But the wager lingered, and Julia represented Aysel's honor. It was also her first public performance since resetting her mindset, and she feared she might not fully unleash her potential. Andrea, catching her hesitation, flicked a sharp glance. "You can't hope to outmaneuver your opponent if you hesitate on stage." "And besides," she added, lips curving slightly, "I'll admit-you dance quite well." Julia froze for a heartbeat. Aysel nudged her with a teasing smile. Julia's tension melted into a grin. She threw a playful air-kiss toward both Aysel and the stoic Andrea, lifted her head high, and strode onto the stage with feline grace. The performance-an intricate dance between the heroine and the secondary lead, refined through the competing visions of two choreographers-was a resounding success. Two exotic wolves, each a bloom of distinct feral beauty, unfurled across the stage. They fought for love, yet honored each other's skill. The interplay of rivalry and mutual respect electrified the air, sending pulses racing through the audience. Strength and elegance intertwined seamlessly, impossible to look away. Sophia had kept herself from checking their progress, forcing patience to savor the surprise. Seeing the final result, her eyes brimmed with genuine awe. "Magnificent! Aysel, Andrea, I have every reason to believe this new production will take the world by storm!" Even in just this one performance, it was clear: both choreographers and dancers had leveled up. Thanks to Giovanna, Sophia now had a valuable ally in Aysel. Onstage, Julia and secondary lead Tina embraced as the performance concluded. Andrea extended her hand to Aysel. "Apologies-and may our future collaborations go smoothly." Their palms met, eyes locking, and they shared a quiet smile of mutual respect. By evening, Skylar arrived at the theater, car idling, to pick Aysel up after rehearsal. The window rolled down, revealing her sunglasses-clad face. "So, little wolf, how did it go?" Aysel beamed, flashing a playful hand gesture indicating triumph. Skylar laughed. "Knew you had it. Get in-we're celebrating!" The sleek vehicle devoured the city streets as the two wolves vanished into the night. Back on the sidewalk, male troupe members craned their necks, eyes following the departing pair. "Of course, wolves with beauty only run with beauty," one murmured. A tall, broad-shouldered man reluctantly tore his gaze away. "Do you think... I could try to chase after Aysel?" From the moment he first saw the foreign guest choreographer, he had been smitten. Sweet, charming, brimming with talent-she held all the allure a wolf could desire. He imagined her victorious, the adrenaline and fire still blazing in her eyes. His gaze darkened with longing. The two other men exchanged a glance. Ryan, the troupe's male lead, talented, handsome, and wealthy, already commanded the admiration of many. The backstage flowers piled high every performance were a testament to that. Though envy pricked at them, they knew they couldn't compete. One muttered reluctantly, "Go ahead, give it a try." Another warned, voice low and serious: "I wouldn't if I were you."