Celeste's eyes remained fixed on the man standing before her, her lips still tingling from the lingering sensation of the kiss. She could still sense the soft and firm touch of Jeremy's lips on her own, and the slight prickliness of his stubble on her cheek. And the air she breathed in was heavy with his musky scent. The kiss had been so real, so intense. Celeste found herself holding her breath, afraid that the slightest movement might break the spell. She squinted slightly, allowing herself to get lost in the moment, basking in the raw emotion and desire that had been stirred up within her. "I miss you so much, Cel," Jeremy whispered, his voice husky. Even as he spoke, Celeste could hear the traces of passion and desire that lingered from their kiss, sending shivers down her spine. Even his voice felt so real. It was all so vivid, so real. She stared at Jeremy, her heart racing as she tried to process the flood of emotions that were surging through her. Then she realiz
Celeste blinked as Jeremy's words echoed in her ears. She had imagined what Jeremy might say to her. He might try to persuade her to go back with him. He might tell her that they could find another way out. He might say that she didn't need to leave at all. He might even say that they belonged together and they couldn't run from each other for the rest of their lives. The memory of his last visit, when he had spoken those words, still haunted Celeste. These days of separation had only served to torment the wolves within them, intensifying their desperate longing to be in each other's presence. For a moment, Celeste was afraid that Jeremy would continue to say these things and look at her with those eyes. She was afraid that this time she wouldn't be able to hold out and would just give in. But what Celeste was afraid of did not come true. She never expected Jeremy to say that. "What?" The shock was so overwhelming that her brain could barely squeeze out a single word. "We'
Celeste asked Jeremy to take her, and so Jeremy took her. Or probably, it was their deepest desires and cravings that took them away eventually. And it seemed as if even the Moon Goddess herself was swayed by their raw yearning and decided to take their side this time. When Jeremy and Celeste left the house, they successfully dodged the rogues on the watch. Celeste couldn't put her finger on why she felt so restless. She simply couldn't bear to wait for another second, feeling an urgent need to flee this place with Jeremy. As the knots in their hearts unraveled, it was as if a heavy weight, suppressing their true selves, lifted away into thin air. Before they could even fully shake off the rogues, Celeste felt her wolf already itching to burst free, eager and impatient. And through Jeremy's eyes, Celeste caught a glimpse of that same fiery desire, knowing that his own wolf was on the verge of breaking loose as well. Suddenly, rustling sounds emanated fr
Celeste had no idea when she and Jeremy had transformed back into humans. But judging by the slightly cool sensation on her skin, she guessed it had been for a while. But the places where her skin and Jeremy's touched were still very warm. In comparison, the coolness on her exposed skin was negligible. And then Celeste suddenly realized that her entire body was pressed tightly against his. The realization made her face heat up. Although Jeremy had told her that they were not real twins, Celeste still needed some time to adjust to this new information. She couldn't just suddenly meet Jeremy naked, both of them without any clothes on. It wasn't something she had ever experienced before, and the sudden intimacy made her feel vulnerable and exposed. But at this moment, her inner thoughts seemed insignificant, because she couldn't deny the fact that they were both naked and pressing against each other. Celeste could feel Jeremy's strong arms wrapped around h
Home… The word landed in Celeste's ears, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. Goddess. She missed home. But how on earth were they going to make it back? Celeste couldn't help but sneak a peek at their naked body. They had shifted in the forest, and their clothes must have been ripped to shreds during the transformation. Even if they went back into the woods to scour for their lost garments, she was sure they wouldn't find anything helpful. Besides, they were currently in an unfamiliar city, stuck right in the heart of the forest. Even if they had some cash, prancing around in their birthday suits wasn't the best approach to buying new threads. This was the inconvenience of being a werewolf! Each time they underwent a transformation, whatever clothes on them would be torn apart, leaving them stark naked. If they weren't prepared in advance, they would have to run around naked. Celeste couldn'
Celeste felt like she had just fallen asleep not long ago, her mind still in the realm of dreams. It was probably early morning, just after the sun had risen. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the playful dance of light and shadows outside the window. She couldn't recall if she or Jeremy had bothered to pull the curtains shut before diving into slumber, but one thing was certain. It was still way too early. In the midst of this groggy confusion, Celeste couldn't shake off the peculiar sensation of something on her skin, like a weighty gaze fixated on her. She desperately tried to drift back into the dream world, but it was no use. This gaze had an intensity that refused to be ignored. Strangely enough, it felt both familiar and intriguingly unfamiliar, a blend of comfort and intrigue. After a moment of struggling, her fluttering eyelashes triumphed, and she blinked her way back to consciousness. And there, right before her, were a pair of eyes fixed upon her
"Get in the way? What do you mean by that? What are you doing?" Celeste couldn't help but grow cautious as she watched Kent inch closer. What on earth did the rogue want? Over the past few weeks, Celeste's life among the rogues had made her quite familiar with Kent. The man had never shown any signs of aggression or done anything to make her uncomfortable. Slowly but surely, her guard had started to come down, and they were even building some trust. But now that Celeste was back with her own wolf pack, it was like things had shifted back to the old days, where they were in a delicate state of being semi-enemies. Her wariness towards Kent flared up all over again. Clearly, Kent caught that flicker of caution in Celeste's eyes. A hint of hurt passed through his gaze, but he shrugged it off and raised his hands. " I mean no harm, Cel. We've been hanging out for days now, and you still can't trust me?" All of a sudden, Celeste felt a twinge of guilt. The tr
"Two-faced phony, huh? Seems like you've got a major bias against the Alpha of my pack," Celeste furrowed her brows, fixating on every move Kent made. For some inexplicable reason, Kent seemed to hold a strong grudge against Byron. Ever since that attack when Kent seriously wounded Byron, the malevolence had been palpable. But strangely enough, Kent had been in touch with Byron, even warning him about potential dangers to the pack. Celeste was genuinely puzzled about their relationship. If Kent truly despised Byron, why the heck would he bother helping him? And what was with his sudden concern for their wolf pack? "Believe me, my feelings towards him go way beyond simple bias," Kent sneered, crossing his arms defiantly, a wicked gleam flickering in his eyes. Celeste couldn't help but shudder at the look of the malevolence in his eyes. Sure, Celeste had come to realize that Byron might not be the picture-perfect Alpha they had once imagined. He had his fa
Jeremy blinked his eyes open, only to find himself perched atop the four limbs of his wolf. Right beneath his nose, a dagger glimmered with a silvery radiance, as if it held a secret power. His wolf recoiled at the sight of it, sensing something off about the blade. It exuded a wicked glow under the warm, flickering light of the orange-yellow candle, almost as if it dared to mock Jeremy. It teased and taunted, never daring to come too close. As Jeremy looked upward, his eyes met a round moon, dominating the sky after chasing away the dark clouds. The moon bathed everything in its gentle, mesmerizing glow, making the stars pale in comparison. A sense of awe washed over him as he beheld the celestial spectacle. With a deep breath, Jeremy lowered his gaze, steeling himself for what he knew he had to do. He gingerly pressed his chest against the razor-sharp point of the dagger, feeling a prickling sensation mingling with the coarse texture of his fur. A wave of se
The whole room exuded tranquility as if it held its breath. Jermey blinked his eyes open once more, stealing glances at the other werewolves nearby. To his surprise, most of them were slouched against the walls, snoozing away on their chairs. Ben's neck remained stiff, locked in a position fixated on the gloomy clouds above. But his tired eyes were twitching and his eyelashes seemed to engage in a battle of their own, struggling to stay shut. Jeremy's gaze landed on Kent, who was still wide awake and lost in contemplation of the cloud-covered heavens. As if sensing Jeremy's presence, Kent abruptly turned his head, forgetting for a moment that he had been stuck in the same position, resulting in a stiff neck. The contorted expression on his face confirmed this mishap. Despite the inopportune timing, Kent's unintended antics managed to tickle Jeremy's funny bone. Though they were now fighting on the same side, Jeremy still remembered that sneaky bastard h
Jeremy had waited for three days. Three long days. And tonight was supposed to be the night of the full moon. He could practically feel the anticipation in the air. But... "Quit your pacing, dude! You're making me dizzy. Take a chill pill," Kent blurted out. Jeremy came to a halt, but the fiery anger inside him refused to be tamed. He turned his gaze towards Kent, his eyes burning with frustration. "Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to calm down? Look at this freaking sky!" With an exasperated gesture, Jeremy pointed his finger at the outside world. Thick, menacing clouds raced across the sky, ruthlessly snuffing out any trace of starlight or moon glow. If anything could escape the clutches of those gloomy clouds, it would be the raindrops tumbling down from their murky depths. The rain wasn't exactly a downpour; it fell in a half-hearted drizzle, so faint that he could barely spot the drops unless he squinted. But the water puddles on the ground re
Jeremy recognized the familiar voice. Immediately, he snapped his head up. There stood his old Alpha, Byron. Byron had shouldered the burden of Jeremy's true lineage for all these years, even betraying the trust of their own wolf pack. When the truth came out, the pack's disappointment was palpable. Yet, in the end, they begrudgingly accepted Byron's presence, albeit stripping him of his leadership status. As fate would have it, just as Byron had hoped, Jeremy eventually rose to become the pack's new leader. However, Byron vanished without a trace. Though the pack had extended their reluctant embrace to him, Byron seemed incapable of forgiving himself. He had chosen to wander off on his own. But at this very moment, Byron stood before Jeremy, appearing considerably aged, yet Jeremy couldn't help but notice that the perpetual tension that had clung to Byron seemed to have dissipated. Perhaps, now that his secret was out in the open, it brought a sense of
It seemed like the hunter vanished into thin air, taking Celeste along for the ride. The werewolves had been tearing through Wolf Town all day long, desperately trying to sniff out any trace of their elusive hunter. But this place, despite its name, hadn't laid eyes on a single wolf. The poor werewolves were completely stumped. They had been at it since the crack of dawn, covertly searching while keeping their senses sharp for any hint of the hunter's whereabouts. But now, as the sun started its descent, painting the sky a blazing red, the pack gathered together, heads shaking in a shared disappointment. The look of defeat was written all over their furry faces. Jeremy's mood was growing increasingly restless. Since morning, he had been plagued by these annoying, erratic breaths that come out of nowhere. It was like someone's squeezing his heart every time, catching him off guard and causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead. With each occurrence,
"We're here, Cel. No doubt about it!" answered Celeste's father, Jeff, as he glanced at Celeste with a worried look on his face. "Hey, sweetheart, what have they done to you?" Her mother reached out and gently caressed Celeste's cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes, visible to Celeste. Celeste shook her head, determined to push aside the lingering dizziness. Though a bit disoriented, she refused to let it bother her. The blasted silver chains held her captive, severing her connection to her wolfish powers. Normally, as a werewolf, she would have bounced back from the electric shock in no time. But now, without her wolf mojo, she struggled to fully recover from the hunters' torment. With watery eyes, she looked at her parents and couldn't help but let a sob creep into her voice. "Oh, gosh, I missed you guys so darn much! Jeremy and I have been on the hunt for you for ages!" All she wanted was to give her parents a big, warm hug, but their hands were tied t
Celeste had no clue when she zoned out. All she could recall was the jarring click of a switch, the sudden glow of crimson lights, and a jolt of electricity coursing through her body, causing her to let out a scream. She squeezed her eyes shut, almost envisioning a lightning whip crackling against her wolf-like form. The excruciating pain hit her like a sucker punch, making her body writhe and convulse, but the damned silver chains held her captive. Yet, this first wave of agony wasn't enough to knock her out cold. Thankfully, the electrical surge was only fleeting, disappearing as swiftly as it had come. As Celeste regained her wits, she gulped down air as if she'd been trapped underwater, her heart hammering against her ribcage while her surroundings swirled in a dizzying haze. Once she'd gathered herself to some extent, Celeste's gaze fell upon Kevin, who was also gasping for breath, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Had he just experienced a shocking sh
Jeremy and the rest of the wolves finally arrived at Wolf Town. As soon as Jeremy stepped out of the car, a peculiar sensation tingled through his body, leaving him bewildered. His heart skipped a beat, and he could feel a distinct surge in the connection between him and Celeste as if someone had turned up the volume. Without a doubt, Celeste was here, but where the heck was she? Where were the hunters hiding her? Jeremy closed his eyes, desperately trying to follow the invisible thread that bound him to her. It felt like Celeste's presence was swirling in every direction, teasing his senses. With every breath, he almost caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent, but dang it, where was she hiding? He was utterly disoriented, like a compass gone haywire. This sensation felt all too familiar. It reminded him of when Celeste had slipped away with the rogues before. Back then, he had been plagued by the same feeling, an uncanny awareness that Celeste was clo
What the actual heck was happening here? Celeste's eyes widened as she watched her twin brother clamber onto the same seat, getting all strapped up like her. It was downright unbelievable. Seriously, what was he up to? And what the heck did these hunters think they were doing? Wasn't Kevin one of the hunters? Did these hunters plan to experiment on Kevin too? As Celeste glanced back at the other hunters in the room, she noticed that two of them had sauntered out, leaving behind the black-haired man. His face was a mixed bag of emotions, and when his gaze swept over Kevin, a flicker of concern and guilt flashed across his expression, though it vanished in a heartbeat. Kevin locked eyes with the man and flashed a tiny smile at him. Celeste blinked, wondering if she was seeing things. What on earth was the deal between Kevin and this guy? Suddenly, two lab-coated figures waltzed in. Compared to the hunters, they were on the scrawnier side, lacking t