The investigation this time was just like the previous few ones – monotonous, uneventful, and ultimately disappointing. The werewolves' keen senses were on high alert, but despite their efforts, they found nothing.
They asked around and learned that the hunters had once rented a room at the town's inn. They hurried to the inn, hoping to find some trace of the hunters. But when they arrived, they were met with the disappointment they had grown accustomed to by now. The hunters had long gone without a trace. Celeste could still smell the hunters' stench in the room, but the scent was too faint, obviously indicating that they had not returned for a long time, or had left a long time ago. But the investigation pressed on. The wolves combed through the town, searching for any clues that might lead them to the hunters. They visited the restaurant where Celeste and Raymond used to work, but found no clues. The same went for Raymond's coffee shop, which was eeriCeleste's body stiffened and her heart raced as she felt the hands of her attacker tighten around her. Her mind went blank for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden assault. Panic and fear took hold of her as she struggled to break free from the grip that held her down. But her body acted faster than her brain and she instinctively began to struggle. But as she fought, the attacker's hold only grew stronger. The more she struggled, the harder the person held her against his chest. His palm covered her face, preventing her from screaming. In that moment of desperation, Celeste's thoughts raced. Was this the hunter coming back to take her away? The memory of her parents' attack flashed in her mind, fueling her fear and anger. No, she wouldn't let these bastards get what they wanted. A wave of anger erupted from within her and Celeste struggled even harder. She pushed her elbows back with all her might, trying to hit the man and break free of the hold. But the
Kent's eyes traveled up and down Celeste's body, scrutinizing her from head to toe. Celeste felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized how uncomfortable she was under his gaze. In the darkness, Kent's eyes reflected the dim light around them. She could see a range of emotions flickering within them, but their true nature was indiscernible to her. "What brings you here exactly? You still haven't given me a straight answer," she demanded, eyebrows knitting tightly together. "I'm not here to take Scarface's body if that's what you're thinking. Ugh, I'm not interested in even seeing his body." Kent shivered a little at the thought of his former pack member. "Besides, he's already been taken away by those hunters, anyway. I'm just here to look for any clues that may have been overlooked." "You know he's been taken away by the hunters?" Celeste asked, surprised. A few days ago, Celeste and a group of werewolves had visited Raymond's cabin, only to discov
Celeste's mind struggled to process what tangled web of information Kent had just unleashed upon her. She didn't even know where to begin. So Kent was the one who told Byron the hunters were coming at them? Byron had mentioned in the meeting that he had been tipped off before the attack, but he refused to tell them where the message was from. So, it was from Kent? It would certainly explain why Byron was reluctant to share the information with the rest of the wolf pack, especially given that Kent had led the rogues to attack them not too long ago. But why? Why did Kent help them? And what was the relationship between Kent and Byron? Kent had almost killed Byron, and yet here he was, telling Celeste that he had informed Byron of the hunters' movements. It was evident that there was a hidden secret between them, one that no outsider was privy to. Celeste couldn't help but wonder if they had been communicating with each other all along. As Celeste struggled to ma
Somehow, Celeste felt a prickly sensation at the back of her neck when Emma said Jeremy was mad. Her wolf urged her to rush to Jeremy's side to calm him down, but her mind reasoned that he would sense her presence anyway, even from a distance. He should have noticed her the moment she stepped into the base. Jeremy would already sense that she had come back safely, so she didn't have to go directly to him. Deep down, she was fully aware that she was just not prepared. She was not ready to see the man now. She didn't know what to say to him. Congratulate him for being recognized as the Alpha of the pack? Congratulate him for having many she-wolves willing to be his Luna? Again, Kent's offer whispered in Celeste's head like a spell. Celeste returned to her room and, upon opening the door, found Jeremy sitting in a chair. When he heard the sound of the door opening, his eyes immediately darted to Celeste. His brows furrowed. The flicker of frustration and a
"I..." Celeste began speaking, but even she herself was startled by her hoarse voice. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure, but the weight of Jeremy's chest against hers made it difficult to speak. "I..." She tried again, her voice barely above a whisper. The word managed to leave her lips, but it was soon lost in the space between them. Her eyes were locked on Jeremy, watching as the emotions in his blue eyes churned within him like a tempestuous storm. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, enveloping her in a warm embrace. Her mouth hung open, but not a single word escaped from her tongue this time. The sense of failure prompted her tongue to do something, and suddenly, as if possessed, her tongue lightly brushed against her upper lip with a nervous flick. She could feel the wetness left by her tongue on her upper lip. It sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. She pursed her lips, trying to contain the sudden s
"Where are you going, Celeste? Jeremy's been looking for you," Nancy's voice rang out from behind her. But Celeste ignored her and continued walking straight ahead, her mind racing with the mess of emotions. She wasn't ready to talk to Nancy right now. She didn't know how to speak to Nancy without risking her wolf taking over and causing a scene. "Oh, Jeremy, so you're here? You two were just..." Nancy's words gradually faded away as Celeste walked further and further away. She had no interest in hearing Jeremy's response. And her mind was also too occupied to care about whether Nancy had noticed the weird dynamic between them. Her mind was in a state of confusion. But not only that. Now her brain decided to play tricks with her. She walked away from Jeremy, but his scent and warmth seemed to have stubbornly lingered on her skin. She could still feel his soft lips on her cheek and the tickling brought by his stubble. And her own lips. They seemed
Byron let out a deep, heavy sigh, his breath seeming to carry the weight on his shoulders. "Yes," he finally replied, "Kent was the one who warned me about the hunters." Celeste furrowed her brow. "Why? Why would Kent tell you that? He was the one who attacked our pack, wasn't he? And you trusted his info immediately?" Byron hesitated for a moment, his eyes flitting nervously around the corridor. He seemed to be lost in thoughts as if struggling to come up with an answer. Finally, he shook his head, his expression pained. "I can't say," he murmured. " It's complicated. No matter what, he didn't mean to harm our pack. " That was what Kent had said to her, too. But it didn't make sense. Did Byron and Kent reach a deal or something? "How many more secrets are you keeping from us, Byron? Aren't we your most trusted companions?" Her frustration was clear in her voice. "We're supposed to be a pack, a family. Why can't you be honest with us? Only if you are ho
Celeste has been living with the rogues for a few days now. The size of this pack was smaller than her old pack, and everyone here was younger. Celeste never thought she would one day become a rogue and live with a group of rogues, let alone with this group that had once attacked Celeste's own wolf pack. The reputation of rogues was poor. They were known for their love of destruction and attacking other packs. But Celeste started to notice that her first impression might not have been accurate. Everyone in the rogue pack was surprisingly friendly towards her, at least. However, with her short time spent with them, Celeste couldn't be certain whether their kindness was genuine or just a result of Kent's presence. After coming here, Celeste lived in Kent's room because the pack did not have any extra rooms. And they did not live in one place for long. They usually moved quickly, maintaining their wandering nature. Same as her former pack, the rogue pack was
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