The gathering was only a few days away. And Celeste was busy in the kitchen with the homemade snacks. She had made snacks at last month's gathering. And it turned out her food was quite popular. As a result, she was asked to do it again for the pack, which she was glad about. Nothing relaxed her more than working in the kitchen and making food. Besides, she wanted to prepare snacks this time since they were going to celebrate Jeremy's first shift. She wanted everything to be perfect. Celeste had a list in her mind. She could have made the same food as last month. But she didn't want that. This time, she would like to make something she had just learned from the book. Guacamole cups looked like an easy and tasty choice. Ding! The oven chirped in the fragrance, alluring Celeste to it immediately. She put the glove on and took the plate out. The golden brown told her the cups were just perfect. She hummed softly to herself as she picked up the cups and let them cool down. The
Jeremy snorted when Celeste's snarky tone sounded in his ear. "Oh! I was worried that they've cast some black magic on you. Turns out my worries are completely unnecessary." Celeste swore she could hear Jeremy rolling his eyes. "Oh! I was worried that you've been kidnapped by some alien. Turns out my worries are completely unnecessary, too!" Jeremy let out a hearty laugh. "Smartass!" Celeste laughed, too. Goddess! She hadn't realized how much she missed his laughter. But the moment was short. They both fell back into silence again. Celeste could hear his breath on the phone. The little noises seemed to have vibrated through her phone and stirred the air around her ear, tickling her skin. She shivered. "Uh… So… Why do you call me?" She couldn't stand the silence. That seemed to have brought Jeremy to reality, too. Because the next second, his deep voice rumbled. "And you have the gut to ask me why!? Well… No. Let me restart our conversation…" He took a deep breath bef
Celeste couldn't stop thinking about how she was going to face Jeremy when he came back. After what had happened that night, she didn't know whether they could act like normal siblings anymore. Yes, she and Jeremy had managed to talk normally on the phone. But when they talked on the phone, they couldn't see each other's faces. Even so, there were so much awareness and silence. She didn't know how awkward things were going to be when they were finally face to face. She had never had the gut to think about what was behind Jeremy's action. She couldn't. She cringed whenever she thought about it. Deep down, she sensed something. She had a vague idea of why he ran away like a coward. The waiting was long and excruciating. But good thing was that she could distract herself by helping with the gathering. Jeremy had promised to come back, but when the party was about to begin, there was still no sign of him. Celeste couldn't help but text him, "So, where are you?" To get his at
Celeste shook her head when Nancy was far away from them. "I didn't know she was just mad at the food I made." "Nancy is very competitive. And I'm sure she's not just mad at your food." The Alpha returned his gaze to Celeste. "What else, then?" Celeste raised an eyebrow in question. "That's for you to find out." He winked at her. Celeste snorted. "Oh, by the way, you still don't feel like wolfing out?" She shook her head and let out a soft sigh. At least, she didn't receive any signal from her wolf. Byron patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry. It's not unusual. Not all twins shift at the same time." "But it has been about two weeks, and I still don't feel anything. I even start to question if I really am a werewolf." She pouted, folding her arms on her chest. Byron chuckled and rubbed her hair, which result in a startled cry from her. "Don't be so dramatic, girl. I never doubt the wolf inside you. Remember how much you liked to bite me when you were this littl
The handshake Kent gave her was warm and confident. The man was gazing at her, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips. His eyes were brimming with curiosity as they roamed up and down and all around her. The handshake seemed to have lasted for too long. Celeste tried to pull her hand back, but the man's grip was tight. Kent cleared his throat as if he had just noticed that he was still holding onto her hand. He let go and apologized, "I'm sorry. Your beauty has left me dumbfounded." Celeste snorted. The man was a flirt. And she couldn't help but notice the way Kent commanded the attention of everyone he met. It wasn't just his rugged appearance, although that certainly played a part. His beard and piercing eyes only added to the rough-and-tumble image he projected. More than anything, though, it was the air of danger that seemed to surround him at all times. He moved with purpose, his every step graceful yet threatening all at once. Maybe that was why the young
Both Celeste and Kent stared at the bush, wondering who or what was hiding in there. The bush was short. Nothing dangerous could be lurking in there, right? Besides, the party was held in this secluded part of the forest. No one was expected to bother the wolves here. But the rustling of leaves made them both tense up. Just as Celeste was hesitating about whether she should toss something into the bush, a boy jumped out and dashed at Celeste. Startled, Celeste tried to step back, but her eyes recognized the boy first. Kent quickly stepped forward to protect her, but she held his arm and shook her head with a smile on her face. She was a little surprised by the man's gesture, though. "Thanks. But don't worry. The boy means no harm." Before Kent could raise any questions, the boy's short legs ate up the distance between them. Then he threw his arms around Celeste's waist in a tight embrace, almost knocking her over. "Cel! I missed you so much!" The boy looked up, his big a
A tumult broke out in the pack when a dozen werewolves walked into their territory. Their bloodthirsty expressions, their slowly approaching footsteps, and the weapons in their hands all screamed one word: rogue! The bad apples of the werewolves who got a kick out of killing their own kind! Celeste shivered as a chilling sensation ran down her spine. She turned her gaze to Kent automatically, almost as though seeking reassurance from the man. For a short second, she hoped the man didn't have anything to do with that. At this moment, Kent almost reached Byron. Celeste's heart raced. From her position, Celeste couldn't see the expression on Kent's face, but she could see Byron's very clear. It was like everything was happening before her in slow motion. Byron's forehead furrowed in confusion as he opened his mouth to say something to Kent, who stood calm and collected. But Byron paused because Kent cut him off. "No…" she mumbled. She felt her skin crawl. She had a bad fe
Celeste's cry distracted Kent, and it gave Byron a perfect chance to strike. The Alpha punched Kent in the jaw and knocked him to the ground with a thud. He wasted no time and was on Kent in an instant, pinning the man's hands beneath his knees and clasping his hands together to keep him from fighting back. Panting heavily, Kent struggled against Byron's weight, twisting and writhing under the larger man's grip. But his struggle was in vain. "You stupid piece of trash! Let go of me!" Kent threatened through gritted teeth. "Run, Cel!" Instead of responding to Kent's warning, Byron shouted at Celeste. Then he immediately snapped his attention back to Kent. The man was still struggling. "No! I won't run!" said Celeste firmly as she stepped closer to Byron and Kent. "This is my pack, and you're my leader! How can I help, Byron?" Byron growled, "You can't help! This is between him and me." Kent attempted to pull his wrist away from Byron's grip, but Byron firmly crushed it