Chapter 152

　　Jeremy found it downright peculiar how, ever since their last knock-down, drag-out brawl, he started seeing Kent in a whole new light.

　　The guy had gone from being as pleasant as a thorn in his side to someone he could actually stand. It was like their clash had magically wiped away the bad blood between werewolves and rogues, and now they were all in this weirdly cozy place of understanding.

　　See, the rogues used to think they were above the wolf pack, strutting around like they were hot stuff and that the wolves were just dead weight. But after a brutal fight that ended in a draw, those rogues probably realized that werewolves weren't just a bunch of no-good slackers. They had earned a smidgen of respect, of all things!

　　And the werewolves had been cautious as hell around those rogues, too. The rogues were a bunch of cocky know-it-alls, and it rubbed the wolves the wrong way. But now that the rogues had changed, the wolves were willing to let go of their skepti