It was totally reasonable for Jeremy to suspect the rogues.
After all, the rogues' loathing for the wolf pack was blatantly evident. Their previous attack was still fresh in the wolves' memories. Given how notorious rogues were among werewolves, it wouldn't be strange if they started to attack the pack again. But Celeste had a nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right about it. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it felt like there was more to the situation. As she thought about it, she realized that Kent didn't seem like the kind of person who would adopt underhand tactics to take down the wolf pack. She remembered how he attacked them previously, surrounding them all at once instead of taking them out one by one. And even though Kent hated Byron, he never besieged him. Celeste understood clearly that she didn't know Kent well, but she couldn't shake the inkling that Kent would have preferred a more direct approach, facing the enemy head-on, insteadIn the past few days, the wolf pack has been on high alert, their senses sharpened by a growing sense of danger. They stick close together, keeping a watchful eye on one another. But even so, they've noticed that a few members of their pack have disappeared without a trace. At first, the pack suspected that the rogues had returned. But how did the rogues know the exact location of each werewolf's home? Besides, the pack had been keeping an eye on the rogues, but they hadn't seen any suspicious activity. They investigated the town and soon learned that a group of unidentified strangers had recently arrived. The pack was on edge, sensing danger lurking just beyond the boundaries of their territory but having no idea what it was. They began to look into the strangers, but these newcomers were especially enigmatic. They seem to move with purpose and intention, their identities shrouded in mystery. As the pack discussed the possible threat, tensions r
Ramen's place was situated deep in the woods, far from any urbanization. The dense trees and bushes surrounding the house gave it an almost secluded feel, and the absence of any nearby neighbors added to its privacy. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds, creating a peaceful façade of the area. The small house looked unremarkable from the outside, almost blending into the surrounding wilderness. Its wooden walls were weathered and worn, giving it a rustic feel. A small porch with a couple of chairs and a table overlooked the forest, and a few potted plants were scattered around. Jeremy had parked his car on the side of a road leading to the house. They had walked the remaining distance to the small cabin, avoiding leaving any tracks or trails that could alert the hunter. Peering through the window, they could see that the house appeared empty. The room was sparsely furnished with a few pieces of basic furniture, su
The staircase seemed to stretch endlessly downward, disappearing into the darkness. The light was scarcer as Celeste and Jeremy went deeper into the basement. But they were werewolves. With their convenient night vision, they were able to navigate the dimly lit surroundings. Celeste's eyes adjusted to the change of environment very soon. Shadows danced around her, and the silence was deafening. Yet, it wasn't the eerie atmosphere that made her skin crawl. As they descended further into the depths of the basement, the stench of decay grew stronger, assaulting her senses with an almost tangible force. The smell was so repugnant that it almost made her gag. She had to fight the urge to cover her nose and mouth. But amidst the putrid odor, what set her even more unnerved was a faint yet unmistakable hint of the scar-faced rogue. It was a strange mixture of blood, sweat, and fear. It was a disturbing realization. Despite her best efforts, her heart rate quic
The sudden, shrill ringing of the phone echoed through the quiet basement, almost making both Celeste and Jeremy jump in surprise. "Jesus!" Jeremy exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. "You didn't mute your phone when you sneak into someone else's house?!" Celeste felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Jeremy's eyes fell on her. It was her first time breaking into someone's house, okay? It was not that she had been informed beforehand to mute her phone. "Okay, okay! It's not like I'm as experienced as you are. Stop judging me," Celeste retorted and threw her hands in the air. She retrieved her phone from her pocket and glanced at the caller ID. Her expression changed to concern as she read the name. "It's Byron." Why did Byron always call when they were together? Celeste wondered, her forehead creasing in confusion. She looked up and saw the same perplexed expression on Jeremy's face. She hesitated for a moment before pressing t
It felt like an eternity had passed before Celeste and Jeremy finally arrived home. But as they turned onto their street, an uneasiness settled over them when they noticed two unfamiliar cars parked along the road. Jeremy hesitated and decided to park the car at a distance from their home. Celeste stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on the strange vehicles with growing apprehension. She tried to talk herself out of her fear, but her wolf was restless inside her, sensing the danger lurking nearby. She couldn't fathom how Jeremy could remain so calm when their family could be in huge danger. She couldn't even hear the sound of his heart racing, but his steady demeanor was undoubtedly a comfort to her. However, when she saw the veins bulging in his hand as he shut the door of the car, she realized that he was probably just as worried as she was. He was just being strong for her. They couldn't both lose their shit. She drew in a deep breath, tryin
Missing what? What were the hunters up to? Celeste and Jeremy locked eyes. The hunter's words had made them both tense, like a bowstring stretched to its limit. Jeremy squinted his eyes and clenched his jaw. Celeste could see the anger burning in those blue eyes like hot coals. The two of them retreated towards the woods, moving as quietly as possible to avoid being detected by the hunters. They knew that they had to be careful. One wrong move could mean the end for both of them. "Did you see Mom and Dad?" Jeremy asked when they were sure the hunters couldn't see them, his voice low and urgent. Celeste shook her head. "No. I couldn't see much from my angle. I only saw two hunters inside. But since there are hunters inside and outside guarding, they should still be in there. I wonder what these hunters are waiting for." "Are you sure there are only two hunters inside?" Jeremy narrowed his eyes. "At least two. I was trying to look at
Celeste crept silently towards the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She carefully peered through the house for her enemies. She saw the two hunters engrossed in conversation. Their backs were facing her. She held her breath, afraid they might hear her, but they remained oblivious to her presence. They didn't seem to even notice their guards were gone. Celeste wondered what kind of conversation they were having. She looked across the room and noticed the rifles were still resting on the table. She couldn't help but wonder what made these hunters so confident. Was it their recent success in catching werewolves after the full moon, or was it their deep-seated contempt for her kind? She knew one thing for sure though, their arrogance would be their downfall. The hunters continued to chat, their voices a mere murmur to Celeste's ears because of the distance. Celeste took a tentative step forward. And that was when she saw what was lying on the g
Raymond, the werewolf hunter, was standing right in front of Celeste with his gun pointed directly at her. The scene was somehow surreal to Celeste. She knew Raymond was a hunter, and it was true that he had shocked her several times. But he never actually harmed her. And after months of working together, Celeste still saw Raymond as a somewhat clueless colleague. Now there he was, a completely different person. His finger tensed on the trigger. The weight of gun seemed heavy in his hand. His eyes flickered with a complicated mix of emotions. Celeste's heart pounded in her chest as she stared down the barrel of the gun, her wolf instincts screaming at her to fight or flight. But she froze. "Let the man go, Celeste," Raymond said in a low voice, his eyes staring down at her. She froze when her name came out of his mouth. How did he recognize her? That was the first thought that came to her mind. It was her first time turning into a wolf, so