Celeste's heart almost leaped out of her throat when she saw Alan charging at Scarface. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the boy ran right into danger. What was he doing here?! What did he think he was doing?! Didn't she tell him to run away? Damn! Celeste cursed under her breath, feeling a surge of fear mixed with anger running through her veins. But most of all, she blamed herself. She should have made sure the boy was far away and safe first! She should have protected him! It was her duty! She would never forgive herself if anything happened to the boy. As if things couldn't get any worse, Celeste watched in horror when the boy grabbed Scarface on his lower back and sank his teeth into his flesh. "Fuck!" Scarface bellowed in agony. Alan stepped away from the man, revealing a trail of blood seeping through the man's shirt. The boy bit like a real wolf. Then Celeste heard a dull thud. Following the sound to the ground, she saw Alan's father curled up in pain with his
The grey wolf had its muscles tensed, ready to pounce at Celeste at any moment. His eyes were burning with intense ferocity. As he stared at Celeste, his mouth curled into a menacing snarl, revealing razor-sharp fangs. But something seemed to hold him back. Perhaps it was the sharp, gleaming blade in her hand that gave the beast pause. The wolf knew it would be foolish to underestimate this small human girl and her dangerous weapon. Scarface, even in his wolf form, still had his hideous scar stretched across his left eye. That only made his already fierce gaze even more intimidating. Celeste knew she couldn't show a hint of fear or weakness. The wolf in front of her would catch on to even the slightest vulnerability and tear her apart with those sharp claws and teeth. She gripped her knife tighter and stood her ground. Scarface growled menacingly, gradually inching closer to her. His piercing gaze never faltered, calculating every move she made. Celeste felt sweat wetting
Jeremy was taken aback, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing. He had just been gone for such a short time, and his pack was already descended into such a frenzied state of chaos. From a distance, he could hear the blood-curdling cries and saw the familiar faces fleeing. He called their names, but his voice was drowned out in the chaos. His folks were consumed by their own fear and showed no sign of hearing him or stopping. Jeremy knitted his brown. What the fuck was going on? He hastily approached the place where the gathering was supposed to be held. All of a sudden, his heart picked up speed and he felt an acute twinge in his chest. A sense of dread crept through his body, warning him that something terrible was about to happen. He tried to shake off the sensation, but it steadily built until his muscles seized up, causing him to double over in agony. Another scream filled the air, and Jeremy felt like he had been struck on the head by some unknown fo
Everyone stiffened. Jeremy looked in the direction of the arrogant speaker. It was him. The naked werewolf. The man who had taken down their Alpha. Jeremy furrowed his brows. He knew Byron was a very skilled fighter, and it would take an extraordinary opponent to defeat him. The man was young, and he stood naked as the day he was born. But he didn't seem bothered by his nakedness. Nor did he care about his pack losing. He sounded like he was the one winning. Jeremy didn't know him, but he knew the naked man should not be underestimated. The naked man should be the Alpha of the enemies. The idea seemed ridiculous judging by how careless the man looked. But when Jeremy saw hatred and determination deep and unsurpassed in his eyes, he understood. But Jeremy was equally confused. What had they done? What had the pack done to ignite such hatred from the man? "If you don't want your Alpha dead, let my wolves go," the naked man repeated in an equally confident tone. Although
Celeste had been unconscious for three long days. She hadn't shown a single sign of waking up since that horrible night when she got seriously injured. They stopped the bleeding from her wounds. And the next day, she had a severe fever. Thankfully, the fever was finally gone. But Celeste was still unresponsive. Jeremy spent almost every moment by her bedside. He had barely slept since everything happened. With such injuries, it was a miracle that Celeste was still alive. But the constant frown on her face showed she was going through a lot of pain. The slightest noise might jolt her back to consciousness, but she remains motionless, like a fragile porcelain doll. Jeremy grimaced as the memories resurfaced. He couldn't help but remember how despaired he had been that night at the sight of Celeste lying helplessly on the ground. After the enemies were gone, he frantically returned to her. But at that time, her skin was cold, and her breath was too shallow. He whispered her n
Celeste felt like she had a long, long dream. She remembered hearing Jeremy's voice before she was consumed by the darkness. Her shoulder and chest hurt, and her head was throbbing with stabbing pain. So when enticed by the grasp of the still, peaceful darkness, she closed her eyes to welcome it. Everything fell into silence. Time passed in a blur. Celeste couldn't recall how long it had been, perhaps it was only a few seconds, but a voice sounded in her head. A mysterious, strange, yet somehow familiar voice. It was as if it had been a part of her thoughts for years. But the voice was so muffled. It was like someone was trying to speak to her from under the water. She couldn't make out the words being spoken but could somehow sense the urgency and desperation in the tone. With sheer exhaustion clouding her senses, she wished nothing more than herself being consumed by the darkness. But the anguish and distress in the mysterious voice broke her heart. She shook her hea
Mate?! How was that possible? How could Jeremy possibly be her mate? Was she still in her dream? Celeste's eyes widened in horror. She must have heard it wrong. She must have! Her heart raced like thunder in her chest, the sound drowning out even the howling of the wolves in her ears. The silence around her was suddenly too eerie. Mixed emotions of fear and confusion crept into her bones as she was left with silence and the thunderous cry for her mate ringing in her ears. She couldn't believe it. No matter how much she denied it, Celeste could feel a strong pull bringing her to him. Deep down, she had an inkling about this. She had thought about Jeremy's strange behavior after his first shift. She forbade herself to think more about it, but she guessed she always had a theory hidden behind the back of her mind. The deafening thump of her heart threatened to wake Jeremy from his peaceful slumber next to her, but miraculously he remained sound asleep. She couldn't help
It was late at night, and Nancy's unexpected visit to Jeremy only raised more questions in Celeste's mind. What was she doing here? Were they always meeting this late? "Nancy? What are you doing here?" Jeremy asked icily. Okay, maybe not icily. It was just her imagination. Jeremy's voice was neutral with an unmistakable hint of confusion. "I… I had a nightmare. Can't sleep. I still haven't recovered from the vicious attack. Whenever I dream of those horrific scenes, I wake up terrified," Nancy's voice was frail as if seeking comfort and compassion. What?! Celeste stifled a gasp. She didn't believe a word from Nancy's mouth! The last time she checked, Nancy didn't look "terrified" at all in the "vicious attack". Celeste gritted her teeth. The urge to expose Nancy's deceitful act was almost too much to bear. She knew exactly what Nancy was up to. It was crystal clear to everyone in the pack that Nancy had a massive crush on Jeremy. And this was obviously a perfect opportun