Celeste had no idea when she and Jeremy had transformed back into humans. But judging by the slightly cool sensation on her skin, she guessed it had been for a while.　　But the places where her skin and Jeremy's touched were still very warm. In comparison, the coolness on her exposed skin was negligible. And then Celeste suddenly realized that her entire body was pressed tightly against his. The realization made her face heat up.　　Although Jeremy had told her that they were not real twins, Celeste still needed some time to adjust to this new information. She couldn't just suddenly meet Jeremy naked, both of them without any clothes on. It wasn't something she had ever experienced before, and the sudden intimacy made her feel vulnerable and exposed.　　But at this moment, her inner thoughts seemed insignificant, because she couldn't deny the fact that they were both naked and pressing against each other.　　Celeste could feel Jeremy's strong arms wrapped around h

　　Celeste felt like she had just fallen asleep not long ago, her mind still in the realm of dreams. It was probably early morning, just after the sun had risen. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the playful dance of light and shadows outside the window. She couldn't recall if she or Jeremy had bothered to pull the curtains shut before diving into slumber, but one thing was certain. It was still way too early.　　In the midst of this groggy confusion, Celeste couldn't shake off the peculiar sensation of something on her skin, like a weighty gaze fixated on her. She desperately tried to drift back into the dream world, but it was no use. This gaze had an intensity that refused to be ignored. Strangely enough, it felt both familiar and intriguingly unfamiliar, a blend of comfort and intrigue.　　After a moment of struggling, her fluttering eyelashes triumphed, and she blinked her way back to consciousness. And there, right before her, were a pair of eyes fixed upon her

　"Two-faced phony, huh? Seems like you've got a major bias against the Alpha of my pack," Celeste furrowed her brows, fixating on every move Kent made.　　For some inexplicable reason, Kent seemed to hold a strong grudge against Byron. Ever since that attack when Kent seriously wounded Byron, the malevolence had been palpable. But strangely enough, Kent had been in touch with Byron, even warning him about potential dangers to the pack.　　Celeste was genuinely puzzled about their relationship. If Kent truly despised Byron, why the heck would he bother helping him? And what was with his sudden concern for their wolf pack?　　"Believe me, my feelings towards him go way beyond simple bias," Kent sneered, crossing his arms defiantly, a wicked gleam flickering in his eyes. Celeste couldn't help but shudder at the look of the malevolence in his eyes.　　Sure, Celeste had come to realize that Byron might not be the picture-perfect Alpha they had once imagined. He had his fa

　　Jeremy's eyes were locked on Celeste's body, a mixture of anger and disbelief etched on his face.　　Celeste let out another soft moan, burying her face in Jeremy's shoulder.　　"Relax, puppy. He didn't catch a glimpse of this beautiful body of mine," she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin. The moment those words left her lips, she felt the tension melt away from Jeremy's shoulder muscles. Still, he held onto her, refusing to let go.　　"I can't believe I didn't wake up and punch the living daylights out of him," Jeremy growled through gritted teeth, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Celeste's shoulder, causing a ticklish sensation to ripple through her.　　"Well, that was because he had cast a sleep spell on you," Celeste shrugged.　　"What?! That damn son of a...!" Jeremy's hand clenched tighter on Celeste's shoulder, causing her to wince. She protested and squirmed a little, and Jeremy quickly released his grip. "Sorry, my bad."　　

　　"What? What do you mean 'his pack was wiped out'?" Jeremy and Celeste locked eyes, their jaws dropping in utter disbelief. They couldn't wrap their heads around what they had just heard.　　Two decades ago, their wolf pack should have just settled comfortably in this quaint little town. So why the heck did Byron end up mingling with some other pack? And how the hell did such a brutal bloodbath even go down?　　"Who was behind this carnage? And why the hell were you up there?" Celeste asked.　　Byron's gaze turned distant, lost in thought. After a momentary silence, he finally muttered, "I can't say for sure, but the bastards responsible must be the hunters. I caught a whiff of wolfsbane then. Who else would use that as a weapon?"　　Jeremy's eyebrows knitted together, his face etched with suspicion. "And what the hell were you doing there, Byron?"　　A sheepish expression briefly crossed Byron's face before he averted his gaze again. "Well... I was, uh, handlin