Third Person's POV Yuna had spent the last months of her life stepping over Luna Evelyn's child, reshaping her daughter's destiny with ruthless precision. Did Celestine know? Most likely. Yet she refused to face the truth that her mother's schemes had been fueled by her own mortality. Instead, she let the blame slide onto Aysel. Bound by her mother's dying instructions, Celestine drained Aysel with merciless devotion, as if burying her into the dust could honor Yuna's plan. Even years later, the tactic repeated itself. For over a decade, everyone in the Moonvale Pack had seen their desires fulfilled-but Aysel alone had suffered. Magnus had gathered every shred of evidence meticulously. He located the driver's family, retrieved testimonies from the physicians who had examined Luna Evelyn, and collected all the tangible proof. With Dariusz detained under Aysel's custody, the mother-daughter duo's true nature could be revealed to the world at any moment. And Aysel... faced it with an unanticipated calm. Years of self-doubt, endless nights of struggling against her own worth, the gnawing question of being undeserving-all of it dissolved into clarity. She had harmed no one. She had committed no sin. Her resistance, her survival, was not guilt. But forgiveness for her kin? That she could not grant. Even if they were deceived, even if they were misled, her bloodline carried darkness. Yuna Ward, as vicious as she had been, had sacrificed everything for her daughter, embracing hell to secure her child's future. But her own family? Time and again, they had fanned the flames of Aysel's torment. Even once, had they shielded her, had they taken her side, she might have felt warmth. But no-they joined the others, complicit in her suffering. Celestine could not destroy her life. The ones willing to offer her as a tribute were Aysel's own blood. Yuna had known it, exploited it, and succeeded. So should the sins of Celestine and her mother be revealed to those who had betrayed her? Absolutely. But Aysel did not wish to see them merely cry, beg forgiveness, or blame being misled. That would be insufficient. She wanted them to endure it as she had endured it-betrayal by kin, isolation, misunderstanding, and despair. She wanted them to confront the darkness she had borne, utterly alone. No one could feel it for her. So they would feel it themselves. Magnus pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his warm breath grounding her. "You don't need to strike a claw, little wolf. They will reap their own consequences." All they had to do was mirror the cold indifference the Moonvale Pack had once shown Aysel-stand by, sometimes nudge the scales, occasionally intervene slightly. Fingers intertwined, Aysel and Magnus clung together, two wolves bound in shared purpose. The day Celestine was released dawned bright and clear. She squinted against the sun, unaccustomed to its warmth after months of the shadowed, cramped confinement of her cell. Two months of imprisonment had felt like a lifetime, a world away from the life she knew. Across the street, a billboard showcased the final posters from Julia's domestic tour-a triumph Celestine had once been a substitute for. Now, Julia dominated on her own, the undeniable alpha of her generation, a rising star with a luminous path. And Celestine? She had sat in a cell, crippled by circumstance, her future uncertain. The venomous jealousy gnawed at her, twisting her face, hollowing her cheeks. A sleek black Cullinan rolled to a stop in front of her. The window slid down, revealing a face that had haunted her nightmares night after night. Celestine stood silently, clenching her fists.