Moan For Me, Baby

A week after the war ended, Celeste and Elias decided to celebrate right their victory during that clan war. The people were chanting now, exchanging a toast of blood and champagne in their wine glasses. And that week, Celeste decided to free Noah and her stepmother. She didn’t forgive them but she just cursed and loathed them to hell.

Celeste and Elias were sitting in front, watching their people with a smile plastered on their lips. With a glint of victorious happiness in their eyes.

“Look how happy they are, Celeste. . . .” Elias whispered. “Look at the smile on their faces.”

Celeste nodded her head. “I can see it. I can feel it,” she told him, smiling.

“And it’s all because of you. . . . .” he mumbled. “It’s all because of their queen. . . .” he added as he glances at the werewolves again.

From the other side of the table, one of the councils stood up and get the attention of the crowd. They are all quiet as they are listening to that beautiful greeting and message him.

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