#Chapter 137: The Bitter End

Matt

I waited until I was sure Celeste had run for the house before I shrugged off my leather jack and shifted. Enzo would find it, or I’d come back for it. My phone rang, and I stiffened. It was in the pocket my jacket, and the rogue’s ear pricked.

The rogue growled low in its throat, flattening back its ears, but I made sure to stay between it and the house. I growled back and lunged for it, but it was already running. It was much more agile than the last one, and it turned on a dime, taking off at a sprint. I immediately sprang into action, grateful that it was at least heading away from Celeste and the party. The thought of Celeste being anywhere near it made panic tighten in my chest.

I was still angry that she came out here alone, and I let that anger drive away the panic. She could have been seriously hurt. She could have been killed.

The wolf was faster, almost as fast as me, but the longer we ran, the more I closed the distance between us. I couldn’t let it get away. It would