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Third Person's POVCeleste's voice trembled, though her words were steady with sincerity."From the moment I entered my high school, it was Elder Elara who guided me. She was the one I respected above all. When everyone else doubted me, when they called me a thief who plagiarized, she alone stood by my side, believing in me."Her eyes burned with determination, yet there was a plea hidden beneath her pride."I have to understand. Why… why did Elder Elara suffer disgrace and punishment because of me?"Her gaze locked onto Yara, raw and desperate, and Yara felt her chest tighten. Her own eyes grew wet, though she had sworn she would never allow Celeste to see her cry.Her mother had warned her never to bring up the past in front of Celeste. But Yara's heart was heavy with the truth. She knew her mother's pain. She had witnessed the quiet sacrifices, the whispers in the Frost Family halls, the weight her mother carried alone."You really want to know?" Yara's voice cracked, then hardened

Third Person's POVElias bristled, his voice carrying a note of indignation. "I don't understand, Liam. Why would you cast suspicion on Serena without a shred of evidence? Why can't you trust her?"The old wolf did not raise his voice. His reply came soft, yet every word was sharp as steel. "And why, then, did you and your family cast suspicion on Celeste without evidence? Why was she unworthy of your trust?"The weight of Liam's gaze struck Elias like a hammer blow to the chest. The old steward's disappointment cut deeper than scorn. For a moment, Elias felt stripped bare, memories clawing to the surface-memories of when he had trusted Celeste more than anyone, even more than Luna Eveline herself. She had once been the one he looked to with loyalty, with reliance.When had that changed? When had he allowed his heart to doubt her without reason?Liam's sigh rumbled with both weariness and reprimand. "Young master, when Serena was taken, your family scrambled to silence the rumors. You

Third Person's POVThe Frost estate had always carried an air of unshakable dominance, but in that moment its grandeur felt more like a suffocating cage. Elias, who had spent his youth chasing reckless thrills on the racing tracks rather than learning the merciless intricacies of pack politics, instinctively faltered under the crushing atmosphere. His feet slid half a step backward, betraying the unease he tried so hard to mask.Before his hesitation could draw blood, Callen moved. With the authority ingrained in him as Alpha Rowan's heir, he stepped forward, placing his tall frame between Elias and the storm. His voice cut clean through the tension."Liam," Callen said, his tone sharp yet steady, his gaze unwavering, "Serena's heart is pure. You should not be so quick to cast suspicion on her."Liam, the retired steward who had served the Frost Family for decades, regarded the young heir with tired eyes. He had watched Callen grow from a pup, admired his natural strength, his quiet f

Third Person's POVLiam's words carried weight, sharper than the frost that clung to the eaves of the Frost Family estate. He rarely raised his voice, but this time the bite in his tone came from the memory of Celeste being struck down and left bleeding. He could not keep the injustice from spilling into his words.Callen did not answer. The proud Alpha heir-the one Moonviel City bowed to in hushed reverence-stood in silence, his jaw locked. Part of it was respect for Liam, the elder wolf who had served Grandfather Carden for half a lifetime. But beneath that, a heavier weight pressed on him: guilt.He knew Liam was right. That night, he had acted on impulse. Blinded by old grudges and poisoned memories, he had lashed out at Celeste without thought. Misunderstanding was one thing. Raising his hand against her was another-something no Alpha should have done. Yet, if Celeste had not carried such a shadowed past, would he have lost control so quickly? Callen clenched his fists, the echo

Third Person's POVElijah's eyes, bright with their usual mischief, darkened in an instant. A glint of cold fury slipped through, sharp enough that even Celeste felt it ripple in the air like claws drawn unsheathed. His voice had been soft-only three words-but those words carried the dangerous edge of a wolf ready to bare fangs.To her own surprise, the irritation in Celeste's chest lightened. Something about his sudden anger on her behalf calmed her wolf, even amused her."What if you found out who did it?" she asked, tilting her head, her tone laced with mockery. "Would you avenge me?"Her words carried laughter, as though the bruises on her face and the bandage across her brow belonged to someone else entirely.But Elijah nodded without hesitation, his gaze steady, his wolf unwavering. "Yes. Even if I couldn't win head-on, I'd find another way to make them pay. I'd still avenge you."The sincerity in his voice startled her more than any bold claim of strength could have. Celeste's

Celeste's POV"I'm fine," I said flatly, my voice as cold as the Moonviel night. "No need for Frost heirs to concern themselves with me. And stop calling me sister."Elias froze in the doorway. His feet halted, but he didn't leave. Instead, he lingered there like a shadow, patient in a way that felt false, grating against my instincts."I know you're angry with Callen," he began carefully, his words dripping with rehearsed civility. "He… struck too hard, I admit it. I'll apologize on his behalf."My wolf stirred, a low growl rumbling beneath my breastbone. Apologies meant nothing when they came empty-handed, laced with excuses."He only lost control," Elias continued, his tone more defensive now. "Because of… because of what happened before. He didn't mean it. You shouldn't hold it against him."The air inside the ward grew stifling. So that was why he had come-not to see if I was well, but to deliver the Frost Family's narrative. As if my blood on the floor could be swept away with a