Third Person's POV Aftermath Beneath the Moon For several uneasy days, the wolves of the film set waited in fear. They waited for retaliation. Yet the expected storm never came. Magnus did not summon them. He did not censure them for "corrupting" his mate. He did not bare his fangs or mark anyone for punishment. On the contrary- After Skylar followed through with additional funding, the Shadowbane Consortium quietly injected another sum of investment. The Shadowbane Pack staff handling the transfer said only one thing: "It's a reward. For keeping Miss Aysel entertained." The crew was stunned. Relieved-but stunned. Only one thing changed. The filming schedule tightened brutally. Meals out? Drinking? Leisure? Gone. From dawn to deep night, the director worked them like overburdened pack mules. Everyone was too exhausted to entertain even the faintest improper thought. The one most terrified of reckoning had been Adam, the male lead. But Magnus was not irrational. He had already exacted sufficient "interest" from Aysel herself.There was no need to crush every male wolf who dared admire his mate-especially not a small star who had merely followed orders. Adam escaped unscathed. He even landed a brand endorsement. Along with it came an invitation to a dating reality show. As for Skylar, she clearly sensed someone's jealousy that night. She wisely kept her head down for several days, refraining from visiting Aysel, retreating to Frostfang territory to resume her ongoing corporate war with her Alpha father. The era of "third-wheel professionalism" was temporarily shelved. Aysel, meanwhile, behaved impeccably. She stayed home. Mostly because her waist truly could not endure more. During a recent dinner, the director-having learned that Aysel had served as a choreographer for the globally viral touring dance drama-had excitedly mentioned a renowned filmmaker friend preparing a historical epic, hoping to invite her as a movement consultant. Aysel hadn't refused. The production hadn't begun yet. There was no urgency. For now, her focus lay in completing her current illustration drafts. Her previous bestiary-themed art book had sold exceptionally well, and her editor hoped to strike while the iron was hot with a second volume. She left her studio. At nearly the same moment, Magnus exited his study. In the dining room, the Alpha lifted her smoothly onto his lap, massaging her lower back with one hand while feeding her sweets with the other. Aysel swung her legs idly, holding an invitation card. "Your elder brother is getting engaged?" she asked. "Which pack's daughter?" Magnus glanced at it casually."The Bluemoon Pack's heiress. He shielded her during the yacht incident and got injured. Emotions deepened. The bond was settled." Aysel tapped the card lightly. "So... do you think the last incident was really Derek?" Magnus never concealed his suspicions from her. Aysel also knew he hadn't fully trusted the outcome of that interrogation. A sharp glint-wild, arrogant, visible only before her-flickered in his eyes. "Presumed guilty," Magnus said calmly. Aysel sighed. "Then this engagement banquet won't be peaceful." She recalled how Bastien Sanchez, the old Alpha, had recently behaved like a mouse spotting a cat whenever he saw her. Resting her chin in her palm, she smiled sweetly. "Looks like I get to play games with your grandfather again." Magnus laughed despite himself, flicking her elegant nose. "Little menace." She opened her mouth in mock ferocity. "Rawr-especially fond of eating big bad wolves like you." Magnus leaned in willingly, letting her nip him. "Mhm. Eat up." The Darkmoon Collapse Derek Sanchez's engagement banquet progressed methodically under the careful supervision of Ulva, scheduled to occur just before the wedding ceremony Celestine had long awaited. Before that- Olivia of the Darkmoon Pack awakened. She regained consciousness under the treatment arranged by Aysel-delivered faithfully by Kian.Whether awakening was a blessing or a curse... no one knew. The Darkmoon Pack had suffered catastrophic collapse. Its core power structure was shattered. Even allied packs rushed to sever ties. When Olivia opened her eyes, she faced a ruined lineage and a defeat beyond recovery. She avoided two wolves she did not wish to meet and secretly visited the Sanchez estate to see her aunt, Ivy. Ivy looked unrecognizable. No makeup. No adornment. She sat quietly by the window, staring into nothing. To save her brothers, Ivy had cast aside pride and dignity-reconciling with her estranged mate Ulric Sanchez, kneeling before Bastien, even begging the very sisters-in-law she once disdained. All she received were complex, regretful looks. "You know whose decision this was," they told her softly. "We are powerless." She left them calmly. Inside, her soul screamed itself apart. Now, standing before the still-recovering Olivia, something finally stirred in Ivy's stagnant aura. "Go," she burst out suddenly. "Leave. Go abroad. Never come back." "Aunt," Olivia replied dully. "I can't." The Darkmoon brothers were under sanction. As James's daughter, Olivia was under the same travel restriction. Any attempt to flee would end before the airport-she would be seized by Magnus's wolves and dragged back. Every path was sealed. No Darkmoon wolf would escape this reckoning. Ivy stood frozen.After a long moment, her knees buckled. She sank halfway to the floor, clutching her chest as sobs tore free. Here, with no outsiders-only Olivia-she finally released the fear and fragility she had suppressed for days. "I regret it," she cried. "I truly regret it." Her body shook violently. It was she who had destroyed the Darkmoon Pack. She who had ruined her brothers, her sisters-in-law, the next generation. They had been born under bright stars-destined to stand tall upon ancestral foundations. Now all of it lay in ruins. By her hand. Her wail tore through the room. Olivia held her tightly, heart aching. She dared not confess that Magnus's ruthless response may also have been triggered by her own attempt to involve kidnappers against Aysel. Like her aunt, she had paid too steep a price for the word love. Lost in confusion, she wondered- With Ivy as the only remaining high-ranked wolf, yet still powerless... was the Darkmoon Pack truly finished? To face such a future with clear eyes- She would rather never have awakened at all. Exhaustion curdled into resentment. She even began to hate the one who had insisted on bringing her back to consciousness.