Third Person's POV Life inside the Moonvale Pack had indeed become unbearable these past few days. Just as Fenrir had predicted, once Celestine regained consciousness, she showed no intention of letting the matter quietly pass. In truth, her injuries were not severe. Luna Evelyn's blade had been struck in a moment of emotional frenzy, her strength unsteady. Fenrir had also instinctively raised his hand to block the strike, so the wound was not deep-only the blood loss had made it look terrifying. But Celestine understood clearly now. With Yuna Ward's death no longer binding the families together, and with her own imprisonment and ruined reputation, there was nothing left for her to extract from the Moonvale Pack through sentiment. "Two hundred million?" Fenrir stared at the woman on the sickbed in shock. "Are you insane?" Celestine gave a cold, humorless laugh. "Then you can send Luna Evelyn to prison instead." "She's your mother!" Fenrir snapped. "Mother?" Celestine scoffed darkly. "Didn't she make it clear back then that I wasn't allowed to call her that? That she was only Aysel Vale's mother?" Fenrir pressed his lips together. "That was said in the heat of the moment. She had just learned the truth. You lived in the Moonvale Pack for seventeen years. You were already part of this pack. One past secret doesn't change that." Celestine's eyes were filled with contempt. "Don't play the family-bond card with me. I'm not that idiot Aysel. Fenrir, I only want money." Fenrir's face hardened. "Two hundred million is impossible. The pack doesn't have that kind of liquid assets anymore." The day after the coming-of-age banquet, Moonvale's stock might as well have hit the abyss. Online attacks were relentless. Bankruptcy was no longer speculation-it was a looming certainty. "That's your problem," Celestine said indifferently. "Celestine!" Fenrir raised his voice. "If the Moonvale Pack collapses, what good does that do you?""It doesn't hurt me either, does it?" she fired back coldly. "After I got out of prison, how did you all treat me? Forget money-you didn't even give me a decent expression. Where was your so-called family bond then?" Fenrir hadn't expected her to be this heartless. Yes, their attitudes had soured. But if Aysel or Lykos had caused a scandal that dragged down pack reputation to this extent, they would have been punished just the same. And for more than a decade, Celestine had been cherished in the Moonvale Pack with anything she ever asked for-while Aysel had lived like an outsider, like a near-orphan. It had been her mother who plotted against the pack. By what right did Celestine now demand compensation so shamelessly? But Celestine refused to give even an inch. Fenrir forced down the fury burning in his chest. "Two hundred million is impossible. At most, ten million. And only if we can find a buyer for the patented research the pack developed before." That was their last remaining lifeline. Saving the pack was impossible-but they might survive their debts. At the word patent, something flickered through Celestine's eyes. She pulled up the blanket and turned her back on him. "Get out." Fenrir slammed the door as he stormed away. In the corner of the room, forgotten by both of them, Lykos stood frozen. Compared to Fenrir, who had been raised as heir, Celestine, who grew up fighting for everything, and Aysel, who endured endless suffering-Lykos had known the fewest storms. Luxury, pleasure, and indulgence had filled most of his life. He was soft-hearted, lacked conviction, and yet was recklessly impulsive. For years, he had been Celestine's sharpest weapon against Aysel-used without question. He had always believed that his bond with this sister surpassed blood. But after Yuna Ward's truth came to light, before he could even figure out how to face Celestine, he was forced to confront her cruelty head-on. The one she now threatened to send to prison was the woman who had raised them with tireless care. "...Sister," he whispered. Sensing someone else in the room, Celestine slowly turned her gaze back. "Sister?" She stared at Lykos's guileless, youthful face and let out a malicious laugh. "Did you forget who your real sister is?" Then her voice sharpened like fangs. "Lykos, did I ever tell you... in this entire pack, the one I hate the most is you?" Not Aysel. Him. "Why?" Lykos asked in disbelief, as if struck by lightning. "Because you're stupid," Celestine said coldly, finally exposing the rot in her heart. "In this pack, Alpha Remus, Luna Evelyn, even Fenrir-all of them favor me for their own reasons." "But only you," she sneered, "were foolish enough to follow me with blind loyalty."