"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
The sound of knocking on the door jolted Celeste out of her thoughts, bringing her back to the present moment. She lifted her head and saw a head peeking out from behind the door. It was Kate, the first rogue who had talked to Celeste. Celeste remembered vividly the day when Kent had brought her to the rogues. The wolves had surrounded her curiously, their eyes fixed on her, their expressions revealing curiosity. But they didn't show any surprise or hostility, almost as if they had been expecting Kent to bring back a new member. Some of them even recognized Celeste, but their faces were devoid of malice. Instead, they looked at her with a mixture of reverence and expectation, as if they knew something Celeste didn't. When Celeste first arrived in the pack, she felt like an outsider. None of the rogues approached her or talked to her as if they were afraid of her. But Kate was different. She was the first rogue to approach Celeste and introduce herself. They had known
Jeremy paced around the room, his footsteps echoing against the walls as he muttered to himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. He couldn't believe that Celeste had just up and left just like that. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of her presence behind. At first, Jeremy had assumed that Celeste just needed some time alone. The pack needed him to make decisions, so he went to the meeting room. He didn't come back that night, but during the meeting, his mind kept wandering to the feeling of Celeste's cheek against his and how he felt when he held her in his arms. Earlier, he had been so close to taking things further with Celeste, but Nancy had ruined everything. The memory of her intrusion made Jeremy's blood boil. He had felt so annoyed and frustrated when she had interrupted them, but now he couldn't help but feel relieved that she had broken the mood. If Nancy hadn't, who knew what might have ha
Jeremy couldn't believe it. The bastard of the rogue had the audacity to kidnap his Celeste right under his watch! Rational thinking dictated that he should return to their secret base, rally the werewolves, and stage a full-blown attack on the rogues to rescue Celeste. But Jeremy's instincts led him to their home instead. As he walked through the door, he immediately noticed the change here. The scent of Celeste was so pleasantly obvious in the air. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. Could she be here? But as he took a deep breath, he realized that Celeste was no longer there. Her scent lingered, but it lacked the vibrancy of a recent presence. He felt a pang of disappointment. He knew that Celeste had already left, but she had clearly been there for some time as her scent lingered. Did she spend the night here last night? Jeremy took a deep breath, trying to let Celeste's scent enter his nose and chest, to calm his fra
Jeremy stormed back into the base, his fists clenched with anger. Everyone was surprised by the look on his face. Jeremy wasted no time and strode straight towards Byron's room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. He rapped on the door, making the wood rattle on its hinges. Byron jolted out of his chair in surprise. "What's going on, Jeremy?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Celeste's gone. She left without a word," Jeremy seethed, his face contorting with anger and frustration. Byron's eyes widened. "What do you mean she left? I saw her just last night," he said, trying to make sense of the situation. Jeremy's breaths came in short, ragged gasps. "Did she say anything to you? Did she tell you where she was going?" Byron shook his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. "No, she didn't mention anything about leaving. But she seemed troubled like something was bothering her," he said, trying to recall their conversation from the p
Jeremy briefly explained the situation to the wolf pack. While the wolves were surprised by Celeste's departure, they were more concerned about her safety. Some wolves suggested following Byron to bring back Celeste. After quickly preparing, they set off without a moment of rest. Previously, after the rogue attack on the wolf pack, Byron had sent Betas to keep an eye on the rogues. They had located the rogues' hideout, but since the hunter's attack, they had lost track of them. Jeremy knew that rogues were notorious for their nomadic lifestyle. They never stayed in one place for too long. That was why he feared they would move away during this time. Driving through the winding roads and the rugged terrain, Jeremy could feel his heart beating rapidly. He couldn't afford to waste any time. Luckily, the rogues' hideout was not too far away. But he knew that every minute counted. Finally, they arrived at their destination. But as soon as they reached