Jeremy paced around the room, his footsteps echoing against the walls as he muttered to himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. He couldn't believe that Celeste had just up and left just like that. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of her presence behind.
At first, Jeremy had assumed that Celeste just needed some time alone. The pack needed him to make decisions, so he went to the meeting room. He didn't come back that night, but during the meeting, his mind kept wandering to the feeling of Celeste's cheek against his and how he felt when he held her in his arms. Earlier, he had been so close to taking things further with Celeste, but Nancy had ruined everything. The memory of her intrusion made Jeremy's blood boil. He had felt so annoyed and frustrated when she had interrupted them, but now he couldn't help but feel relieved that she had broken the mood. If Nancy hadn't, who knew what might have haJeremy couldn't believe it. The bastard of the rogue had the audacity to kidnap his Celeste right under his watch! Rational thinking dictated that he should return to their secret base, rally the werewolves, and stage a full-blown attack on the rogues to rescue Celeste. But Jeremy's instincts led him to their home instead. As he walked through the door, he immediately noticed the change here. The scent of Celeste was so pleasantly obvious in the air. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. Could she be here? But as he took a deep breath, he realized that Celeste was no longer there. Her scent lingered, but it lacked the vibrancy of a recent presence. He felt a pang of disappointment. He knew that Celeste had already left, but she had clearly been there for some time as her scent lingered. Did she spend the night here last night? Jeremy took a deep breath, trying to let Celeste's scent enter his nose and chest, to calm his fra
Jeremy stormed back into the base, his fists clenched with anger. Everyone was surprised by the look on his face. Jeremy wasted no time and strode straight towards Byron's room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. He rapped on the door, making the wood rattle on its hinges. Byron jolted out of his chair in surprise. "What's going on, Jeremy?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Celeste's gone. She left without a word," Jeremy seethed, his face contorting with anger and frustration. Byron's eyes widened. "What do you mean she left? I saw her just last night," he said, trying to make sense of the situation. Jeremy's breaths came in short, ragged gasps. "Did she say anything to you? Did she tell you where she was going?" Byron shook his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. "No, she didn't mention anything about leaving. But she seemed troubled like something was bothering her," he said, trying to recall their conversation from the p
Jeremy briefly explained the situation to the wolf pack. While the wolves were surprised by Celeste's departure, they were more concerned about her safety. Some wolves suggested following Byron to bring back Celeste. After quickly preparing, they set off without a moment of rest. Previously, after the rogue attack on the wolf pack, Byron had sent Betas to keep an eye on the rogues. They had located the rogues' hideout, but since the hunter's attack, they had lost track of them. Jeremy knew that rogues were notorious for their nomadic lifestyle. They never stayed in one place for too long. That was why he feared they would move away during this time. Driving through the winding roads and the rugged terrain, Jeremy could feel his heart beating rapidly. He couldn't afford to waste any time. Luckily, the rogues' hideout was not too far away. But he knew that every minute counted. Finally, they arrived at their destination. But as soon as they reached
Jeremy stepped into the darkness outside, where the moon in the sky emitted a pale light. The moon wasn't perfectly round, and the moonlight wasn't particularly bright. However, without the window to block its path, the moonlight fell directly onto Jeremy's body, casting an eerie glow over him. He gazed intently at the moon as if possessed by it. He couldn't hear the night's wind or the chirping of insects. All his senses were focused on the moon above. At that moment, his wolf seemed to sync with his pace and lifted his head to stare at the moon just like Jeremy. With his eyes closed, he could feel the moon's shadow falling upon him. He stretched out his hand, lowered his gaze, and matched his movements with those of his wolf, feeling the stretch of his muscles and bones. When he opened his eyes, his wolf had taken complete control of his body. This was the first time that Jeremy had used the power of the moon to help him transform, and he could feel something different in
As Jeremy set foot on the bridge, he felt a cool breeze brushing against his skin. The bustling noise of a gathering up ahead filled the air, as people chattered and laughed amidst the vibrant hubbub. The air was thick with a complex blend of scents that made it hard to distinguish one from the other. But Jeremy's keen sense of smell allowed him to pick up on the unique scent that stood out from the rest. It was the distinct smell of a werewolf, mixed with the delicate scent of rosewater. He couldn't help but wonder which fashionable werewolf was shopping at the gathering today. As he made his way toward the source of the scent, his eyes caught sight of the many vendors lining the bridge, displaying a stunning array of goods. There were colorful textiles draped over stalls, shimmering jewelry glinting in the sunlight, and rows of delectable snacks laid out for sampling. A sudden gust of wind blew onto Jeremy's face, causing him to close his eyes momentarily. When he opened them
Jeremy's lips curled into a sneer as he closed in on the werewolf. "So, you weren't sleeping," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The werewolf shrugged, his eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and wariness. "I call it self-preservation." Then he looked at the ropes that bound him and raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "You know I'm a werewolf, right? You do realize I can transform and break free from these ropes and escape, don't you?" Jeremy's gaze flickered over the ropes that bound the werewolf's wrists and ankles. "You know I'm a werewolf too, right?" He said, his voice laced with a hint of threat. "If you try to escape, I'll track you down. And trust me, you won't want to be caught a second time." "So confident…" The werewolf drawled. A wry smile twisted his lips as he sized up Jeremy, his gaze sweeping over him from head to toe. Jeremy shifted a bit uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny, feeling a knot of unease twist in his stomach.
Celeste was talking to Kate when Kent strode into the room with the news about her parents. Celeste stood up and locked eyes with Kent. "What? You have news about them? Do you know where they are?" Her voice was eager, desperate. She had left her own pack and joined the rogues partly to escape her twisted mate bond with Jeremy. And it was also because of Kent promise that he would help her find her parents. Unlike her own pack, who had grown accustomed to life in the small town, Kent's pack had roamed far and wide, gathering information and resources along the way. They knew better how to track down hunters. Celeste had been with this pack for a few days now, and Kent had been working hard to keep his promise. There had been hunters in the city before, and Kent had taken Celeste to the places where they had been seen before, but like their own town, the hunters had only stayed briefly before disappearing without a trace. They still didn't know what the
Celeste was a little surprised by Kent's seemingly shy reaction, but she wasn't sure if it was really shyness. What was there to be shy about, anyway? It was then she realized he was talking about a surprise party. "A party? A surprise party?" Did they throw a party every time a new member joined the pack? "Yes, a surprise party. But it seems like the surprise is gone now. Now I guess it's just a party," Kate said, sounding a bit disappointed that she had spoiled the surprise for her. "You really don't have to do this for me," Celeste scratched her head. She never expected the rogues to throw a party just for her arrival. They were enemies not too long ago, after all. And suddenly, she was a member of the pack, and they wanted to throw a party for her. It felt a bit strange to her. "Of course, we have to throw a party for you! You're our Luna!" Kate pouted. Celeste sighed. Kate was speaking nonsense again. Celeste never agreed to be the pack's Lu