Celeste had no idea why she was suddenly so twitchy and grumpy. Maybe it was because she couldn't even feel her wolf. Or maybe Jeremy should be blamed for shutting her out. She didn't know.
They argued a lot as all the siblings did. And it was not the first time Jeremy kept her out of his room. Hell, she had done the same to him, too. But this time, the fact that she couldn't see him annoyed and frustrated her like nothing else. She had no clue why it felt so different now. She should have been glad she didn't need to deal with her idiot brother. Finally, she gave in. Fuck! She didn't need him! She would probably shift tonight and had all the questions answered instantly. She puffed and lay on the bed. She heard the little noises the summer wind made when it ran between the leaves. A small part of it entered from her window and brought in the light scent of leaves and dirt, stirring the air of the room with the fragrance of the cookies. Celeste turned to her side, facing the window. It was already dark out there, and she could see the starry sky from her bed. Away from city light, the stars were much brighter. That was her favorite part of the country. But from this angle, she couldn't see the moon yet. She only caught the faint ring of it lingering on the edge of her frame. So she settled by counting the stars until the moon decided to make her appearance. It was not so round, but the silver moon gave away the cool, calm texture that took Celeste's breath away. "When will I transform, dearest Goddess?" She asked, spellbound. And of course, the silence that followed was well expected. She stared hard at the moon, hoping to wake up the wolf inside her. Wolves were drawn to the moon, weren't they? But even when her eyes were sore from the staring, she still didn't feel anything from her wolf. Celeste closed her heavy eyelids, wondering what was going wrong… When she opened her eyes again, it was bright in the morning. She jerked upright and looked down at her body expectedly. But soon, disappointment was written all over her face. She was still in her human form, and her clothes were perfectly unharmed. No luck transforming! She didn't even dream about it last night. She yawned and dragged herself out of the bed. She opened the door and saw Jeremy's room. The door was open, but the man was nowhere. She hurried downstairs and was told her twin brother was gone earlier. Celeste didn't know what she felt. Was he avoiding her? The third day was the same. When she finally managed to stop the man on his way out, Jeremy didn't even look up at her. "I'm going to see Byron, and I'm already running late." Then the man fled. When he came back at night, he slid into his room and locked the door without making the slightest noise. And by day, he was nowhere to be found again. Celeste started to wonder if she actually had a twin brother. Now she was not just guessing. She was almost certain the man was hiding from her. But why? Had she done anything wrong? Or was Jeremy just want to be alone? Celeste couldn't help but spoke her mind at breakfast, "Jeremy is acting weird these days, don't you think? After his first shift, I mean." Nora knitted her brows. "I was thinking about that. He met Byron yesterday. When Byron invited him to shift and hunt, Jeremy refused." Jeff swallowed the waffle in his mouth. "Right. It has been three days, and he hasn't shifted again since that afternoon. He should let his wolf out more often so they can get used to each other. And the full moon is only a few days away, he'd better loosen his wolf a little before the moon forces the wolf out." The father took a drink of his coffee and added, "I was going to talk about it with him, but the brat ran faster than a rat!" Celeste chuckled. "I bet he can outrun any rat in the world now." She spread the syrup all over her waffle and took a bite in satisfaction. "Oh, right! I'm going out today to quit my job," said Celeste after she swallowed the mixture of syrup and waffle. She always complained about her part-time job being too far away. Now that her transformation was approaching, she decided it was her time to quit the job for good. Nora looked up at her daughter, "Why don't you just make a phone call? Your wolf might surface today." Yeah, yeah. Her wolf might surface today. Celeste had heard that every day ever since Jeremy's shift. But her wolf never surfaced. Celeste couldn't even feel any sign of her wolf. Somehow, she knew her wolf was not ready. She wouldn't surface today. "I know. But I don't think my wolf will come out today. In fact, I just know she's not ready. Besides, I promised I would give away the cookies. Sarah cried for the cookies I made." Nora nodded, concerns still on her face. "Be careful then. Jeremy could have gone with you in case anything happens. Too bad your dad and I have to work." "Don't worry. I'll be fine." It was not big of a deal. Celeste could finish her own business without help. But she was indeed a bit disappointed that Jeremy wasn't there.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