Celeste felt a strange wave of safety when she listened to Jeremy's words. He said no one was gonna hurt her, and she believed him.
Even the anxious wolf inside her seemed to calm down a little. Jeremy stood up from his seat to go see who was lurking outside the house. Celeste put down her book, ready to follow him. But he shook his head, "No. You should just stay here. You're not fully recovered. I'll handle it." She wanted to argue, but she saw the determination and concern in his eyes. She knew she couldn't shift yet. If there was danger outside, given her current state, she would only distract Jeremy. So she nodded in agreement. Jeremy gave her arm a reassuring squeeze before turning around and heading towards the door quietly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, startling both of them. Celeste knitted her brows. She thought the figure was sneaking outside, and now they had the gut to ring the doorbell and confront them head on? Jeremy looked"I'm just still angry that he brought that rogue into our pack and got you injured." So that was why Jeremy was mad at their Alpha? When he spoke of Kent, the knot between his eyebrows deepened. Celeste put a hand on Jeremy's shoulder. He stiffened a little, but she could feel him relax beneath her hand. "I'm safe now. And my wolf is recovering. And I don't think Byron meant to let Kent in. He didn't know his true color. Kent even managed to pass the Goddess's test, you know. Who would have thought he could turn against us?" "Kent? Are you on a first-name basis now?" The words came out of Jeremy's mouth. Celeste was caught off guard by the sudden question. How did they end up here? Did that even matter? She didn't feel the need to explain it to Jeremy, but she was a little uneasy under his burning gaze. So she shrugged. "Well, we only talked briefly at a gathering. And before everything went downhill, Kent…" she was going to continue when
Tomorrow night would be a full moon. The night sky darkened, but Celeste was unable to settle into a peaceful slumber. She tossed and turned, her mind racing with thoughts and worries that refused to leave her alone. She tried to count sheep, but that didn't seem to work. The more she tried to relax, the more anxious she became. As the hours ticked by, the tension in her body continued to mount until it felt like her very skin was vibrating with nervous energy. She couldn't put her finger on what she was feeling, but the feeling was there, a constant presence in the back of her mind. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Celeste began to feel the tug of sleep at the corners of her mind. Her eyelids grew heavy. She let out a deep sigh of relief. She closed her heavy eyes, and when she opened them again, it was morning. But at least she didn't have to toss and turn and wait for the break of the day now. Then she realized she was wrong. Because even
In a fleeting moment, Celeste was back to Jeremy's first full-moon shift. Things were not so different from now. Jeremy had paced the room restlessly, just as he was doing now. The door had been firmly shut, and both of them had been so close. Back then, Jeremy had been suppressing his wolf for days, and Celeste had been teasing his nerves at the door. So the wolf lost control. This time, they were both ready for what was to come. Maybe it would be different. She hoped so. She lay in bed and closed her eyes. She could hear the wind outside and feel the moon slowly climbing into the sky and casting its magic. Yet, it wasn't enough to coax her wolf out of hiding. Before she knew it, her thoughts drifted from the window to the door, trying to picture what Jeremy was up to on the other side. Celeste opened her eyes immediately, shaking her head to snap out of her imagination. She grabbed her phone and started scrolling, hoping to distract herself. Bu
Celeste's heart quickened as she sensed Jeremy's wolf pacing outside her window. She strained to hear the delicate tap of his paws landing on the roof and feel the vibrations through the air. She could practically sense the beating of his powerful heart just beyond the glass and the curtain. What was Jeremy planning? Celeste couldn't help but wonder. But soon, the noise outside ceased, leaving an eerie quiet in its wake. She listened intently and picked up the faint sound of the wolf settling on the rooftop. That only added to her confusion. Celeste glanced at the clock, noting that Jeremy had been gone for less than one hour. Why had he returned so soon? Had something gone wrong? But if so, why was Jeremy now frozen in place? What was he waiting for? With Jeremy's enhanced sensation, surely he knew she was aware of him. So what was he doing outside her window? Celeste's mind was full of questions, unsure of how to react. Despite th
As Jeremy's wolf drew dangerously close to Celeste, its powerful muscles coiled like springs before launching him straight toward her. Celeste was caught off guard. As the wolf's sharp claws grazed against her skin, Celeste's mind raced with doubt. Had she been too naive, too trusting of Jeremy? She guessed she could only blame herself for getting under the wolf's skin. Her body went backward. She braced herself for the impact of a fall. She expected the air to get knocked out of her lungs. But the impact or the pain never came. As she hit the ground, she was met with an unexpected softness that cushioned her. The wolf's supple tail had swooped in at the last moment to break her fall. Unlike that night, the wolf had exercised great restraint and didn't land his entire weight on Celeste's body. Instead, with remarkable finesse, the wolf landed beside her, his powerful tail sandwiched between Celeste and the unforgiving ground. Celeste slowly opened her e
For some reason, Celeste was more upset about Jeremy running away from her than the fact that he may have caused her harm. She had no idea why she felt that way. Maybe she was just a bit hurt because she was shut out by the person she cared about. She knew she was being unfair. Jeremy was just trying to protect her in his way. But as she spoke, the words that came out of her mouth were tinged with the raw emotions she couldn't keep hidden. Jeremy seemed to be taken aback by that. "I'm sorry," he uttered, his memory failing him as to how many times he had apologized to Celeste. In the presence of his wolf, he felt like a coward – a spineless individual who could only flee. "In the end, you don't believe in your wolf," Celeste let out a soft sigh, trying to release a heavy weight on her chest. "Yes, at least at that time I didn't trust my wolf at all." He nodded slightly. At that time? What about now? Did he trust his wolf now?
Celeste was ready to talk about her mate bond with Jeremy. Her heart sped up a little. She didn't know what was driving her to say that out loud. Was it the pull of the moon or the unbridled comfort of their closeness that loosened her tongue? Or perhaps it was a sense of reverence that filled her being as she realized the lengths Jeremy went to control his beastly urges for her? She couldn't quite put a finger on it. The thought surfaced in her mind and freed itself from her lips without a moment of delay, like a bird from a cage. But the sudden burst of words didn't leave her with any regret or remorse. Jeremy's wolf stirred in her arms, eyes blinking several times as if he was trying to make sense of what Celeste had just said. Then, in a sudden outburst of excitement, he gazed at Celeste, tail swishing back and forth. Though the wolf's face didn't change, Celeste swore that he was smiling. She couldn't help with the smile on her face,
Celeste felt a whirlwind of emotions before she climbed up to the roof. Was she really going to have a heart-to-heart with Jeremy? The thought made her skin itch nervously. But as soon as she reached the roof, the noises in her mind subsided. She stood on the edge of the roof and gazed at the vast forest that stretched to the horizon and the sun that was slowly sinking behind the trees, painting the sky with a radiant palette of orange and red hues. Wispy clouds drifted across the sky, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of shapes and colors. For a short moment, she was lost in sight. She stepped closer to the edge of the roof, the wind tugging at her hair and clothes. She looked to her side and found Jeremy was also staring at the land and the sky far away from them. They sat on the eaves, leaning against the warm brick wall of the house. They enjoyed the silence and peace that enveloped them. Neither of them felt the need to say anything. 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