"Wait… So there was actually another survivor of the attack back then?" Kent barely had a chance to utter a word before Kate blurted out, her voice filled with astonishment.
Celeste shifted her gaze towards Kate and caught a glimpse of worry and apprehension in her eyes. Could it be that Kate was also part of Kent's old wolf pack? It was at that moment that Celeste realized how little she knew about the rogues. She had been living in the rogue pack for nearly a month, but she never truly delved into the history of the wolves in the pack. It was as if deep down, she knew she would leave eventually. She didn't have a clue why the other wolves had joined Kent's pack. Sure, she knew some rogues had broken away from their former packs to join Kent, but how many of them were from Kent's old pack? Judging by the way Kent and Kate interacted, it seemed like they had known each other for ages. So, was Kate, too, a member of the wolf pack from back then? CCeleste followed the direction of Kent's pointing finger and laid her eyes upon Jeremy, who was still deep in peaceful slumber. A peaceful expression graced the man's face, indicating that he was completely oblivious to Kent's ill intentions. Jeremy was in his dream and probably had no idea that he was trapped in a perilous, unfamiliar territory. Taking a daring step forward, Kent seized Celeste's shoulders firmly. Her gaze swiftly shifted back to the man, catching a glimpse of flickering flames dancing in his eyes. Celeste licked her lips and shook her head. "I don't know what the Moon Goddess intends to do, and I don't even know if I can trust her. But for now, it's the best damn explanation I can come up with." She then turned her head towards Jeremy, finding solace and renewed strength in his presence. Placing a hand on her own shoulder, she gently peeled away Kent's grip. "I've told you before, Kent. I can never be your Luna. My heart's been claimed by hi
Kent let out an exasperated breath and cast a glance at the slumbering werewolves. But he didn’t do anything. Celeste arched one eyebrow inquisitively. "I believe I have already explained our purpose here quite clearly. We are not here to harm you or your pack! We just wanna clear up any misunderstandings and, if possible, gain an ally." "An ally... What's the plan once we're in cahoots? Are we gonna wage war on the hunters? And can you really guarantee that my pack will become mightier once we join forces with yours?" Kent's tone took on a more matter-of-fact air. Gone were the deep, intimate undertones he had with Celeste earlier. Besides, judging from his tone, it was clear that Kent wasn't about to bow down to their pack. They should be on equal footing, at the very least. "Yeah. We want you to be our allies so we can work together to get rid of the hunters. Just think of the atrocities they've committed against your pack. If you're yearning f
Ever since they got back from the rogues, the werewolves had scampered back to the cozy little town. Although the rogues did not become an ally of their wolf pack, at least it seemed like Kent believed in Celeste's words. Their attention now shifted from plotting revenge against their wolf pack and harming their Alpha to fixating on the hunters instead. But the unanswered questions were piling up like werewolves in a moonlit forest. Who on earth were Jeremy's parents, really? They were itching to track down Kent again and uncover the secrets. Unfortunately, Kent couldn't care less about a meeting. The slippery man had vanished into thin air, and they had no clue where he had scampered off to. Nevertheless, those matters could take a back seat for now. The howling truth was that their current priority lay in bolstering the entire wolf pack, bracing themselves for the hunters' next move. They even toyed with the wild idea of strengthening their pack to a fearsom
This wasn't the first time Celeste had heard Jeremy's voice when he was turned on, but she had never heard it so husky. It seemed like Jeremy himself was taken aback by his own voice, as he cleared his throat and softly whispered against Celeste's lips, "Do you like it, Celeste?" As he spoke, his warm breath caressed her lips, leaving a slight moistness behind. Their lips were so close, every movement of Jeremy's mouth tickled Celeste's, creating a delightful sensation that made her lips tingle. Celeste's lips curled into a playful smile. "Yes, I do," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Jeremy's. Her voice was a gentle breeze, barely audible. But their proximity allowed Jeremy to capture her words from the subtle movements of her lips. The deepening smile on Jeremy's face confirmed it. In the next moment, Jeremy's lips gentely met Celeste's. It was different from their previous passionate kisses. This time, their kiss was infused with tenderness, like a butter
That moan seemed to set Jeremy's nerves ablaze even more. His canines pressed deeper, tantalizing and teasing Celeste's sensitive skin, like a skilled musician coaxing enchanting melodies from his instrument. In response, Celeste's hands instinctively wound around Jeremy's broad shoulders. The unexpected pang of pain caused her grip to tighten, her fingers digging into his muscular frame. Yet, strangely, this surge of power and the hint of discomfort seemed to ripple through Jeremy as well, igniting an untamed desire within him. As their bodies pressed together, Celeste's ears picked up Jeremy's low, rumbling growls. Evidently, he too found pleasure in the magnetic pull between them. His hands roamed her curves, drawing her irresistibly closer until they melded into a seamless embrace. Their bodies now intimately entwined, separated only by the whisper-thin layer of fabric. Unable to resist the overwhelming sensation, Celeste surrendered, shutting her eyes. Bu
The sun was blazing high in the sky, casting its warm rays onto Celeste's eyelids, causing a playful flutter. But the light didn't seem content with staying put. Instead, it wiggled and jiggled, driving Celeste to the brink of annoyance. Unable to resist any longer, she cracked open her eyes. To her surprise, it wasn't Jeremy who greeted her, but another face she knew all too well. Why on earth was Kent here again? "Seriously, why am I not the least bit surprised to see you standing at my bed like a pervert?" Celeste quipped, suppressing a yawn and a sigh. She had thought their defenses were reinforced, but it seemed like nothing had changed at all. Kent still had a knack for sneaking in whenever he pleased. As Celeste glanced to the side, she spotted Jeremy, peacefully lost in dreamland. No doubt he had fallen victim to yet another sleep spell. And then, like a bolt of lightning, she remembered what they had gotten up to the night before. Oh, bo
Everything happened in a blur, too fast for Celeste's brain to keep up with her eyes, leaving her bewildered about what the heck was going on right in front of her. Out of the blue, Jeremy's eyes snapped open, laser-focused on Kent as if he had a built-in GPS in those eyeballs. And without a moment's hesitation, he sprang up from the bed like a coiled spring, launching himself straight at the rogue like a missile in flight. Time seemed to slow down as Jeremy's fist arced toward Kent, but Kent had his wits about him and skillfully dodged the incoming punch. Little did he know, though, that Jeremy had a sneaky surprise waiting below. And with a knock, Jeremy's other fist connected with a solid thud right into Kent's gut. A grunt escaped Kent's lips as he staggered back a few steps, clutching his stomach in agony. Jeremy's punch packed a serious wallop, no doubt about it. "Consider that payback for your sleep magic you cast on me, motherfucker!" Jeremy sna
Celeste's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She paused for a moment. She knew this hunter? Raymond was the only hunter she knew. "You caught Raymond? Wh- How?" Celeste stammered, utterly taken aback to discover that it was Kent and his ragtag group of rogues who had managed to get their hands on Raymond. Raymond's place was right in this town, and she never expected him to get caught by the rogues. "Let's just say this guy lacks some serious hunter skills." He shrugged, leaving out any further explanation. Jeremy furrowed his brow and asked, his impatience evident, "Even if this hunter knows Celeste, what does that have to do with you showing up here?" "Well, my friend, that's the twist. This hunter might be as clumsy as a drunken squirrel, but he's tighter than a clam when it comes to talking," Kent paused, leaving Celeste wondering what it meant. What had they done to Raymond? Tortured him, perhaps? "We couldn't pry anything useful out of him. But maybe t
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