"To make our wolf pack stronger, to ensure our survival, I had to make this choice, whether you hate me for it or not, Jeremy," Byron declared, gazing fearlessly at Jeremy's tightly clenched fists.　　At that moment, Celeste could sense the coursing fury within Jeremy's veins. Clearly, anger had clouded his mind, for he now radiated a presence that even overshadowed Byron himself.　　"Don't look at me like that, Jeremy. It's all the arrangement of fate. If I hadn't taken those steps, chances are you wouldn't have met Celeste at all." The words seemed to possess a magical charm, instantly snuffing out the invisible flames that had engulfed Jeremy's being.　　Byron stood up from the ground and sat back in his seat again.　　"But it still doesn't change the fact that you're still an asshole," Jeremy growled through gritted teeth, returning to Celeste's side.　　Celeste landed her hand on Jeremy's shoulder and asked, "What exactly did those hunters do to Jeremy's o

　　Celeste could feel Jeremy's intense gaze fixated on her, sending shivers down her spine. In response, she grasped Jeremy's hand, her fingers tightening around his.　　Byron's words held undeniable truth. It was clear that Byron himself had lost the qualification of being an Alpha, and the wolf pack held a genuine fondness for Jeremy. They yearned for a leader, an Alpha to guide them through the challenges they faced. Undoubtedly, Jeremy was the perfect fit for the role.　　Yet, Celeste understood the hesitations that plagued Jeremy's mind. He was still young, thrust into a position of authority without a chance to prove himself. She empathized with his concerns and knew that deep within, he harbored a mixture of disdain and disgust towards Byron's calculated maneuvers that had propelled him into this unexpected position.　　But regardless of the circumstances, no matter how Jeremy came to power, Celeste firmly believed in his innate leadership qualities. She would supp

　　Celeste blinked her eyes, adjusting to the blinding light that greeted her. Memories from the moments leading up to her unconsciousness suddenly surged in her mind, like a movie reel on fast forward.　　She could vividly recall being in the car, snuggled in Jeremy's warm embrace, everything seemingly peaceful and serene. Until... The car screeched to an abrupt halt, causing both Jermey and her to crash onto the unforgiving ground. The car door swung open, and a familiar scent tickled her nose before darkness engulfed her, like a magician's trick.　　And now, here she was, in this freaky-deeky place. As she lowered her gaze, her heart skipped a beat. There she was, tightly bound to a chair, like some sort of damsel in distress straight out of an action flick. Looking around, she spotted Jeremy and the other wolves. But they were still unconscious. Well, at least she wasn't alone in this madness.　　Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, taking it all in. Th

　　Celeste followed the direction of Kent's pointing finger and laid her eyes upon Jeremy, who was still deep in peaceful slumber. A peaceful expression graced the man's face, indicating that he was completely oblivious to Kent's ill intentions. Jeremy was in his dream and probably had no idea that he was trapped in a perilous, unfamiliar territory.　　Taking a daring step forward, Kent seized Celeste's shoulders firmly. Her gaze swiftly shifted back to the man, catching a glimpse of flickering flames dancing in his eyes.　　Celeste licked her lips and shook her head. "I don't know what the Moon Goddess intends to do, and I don't even know if I can trust her. But for now, it's the best damn explanation I can come up with."　　She then turned her head towards Jeremy, finding solace and renewed strength in his presence. Placing a hand on her own shoulder, she gently peeled away Kent's grip. "I've told you before, Kent. I can never be your Luna. My heart's been claimed by hi

　　Ever since they got back from the rogues, the werewolves had scampered back to the cozy little town.　　Although the rogues did not become an ally of their wolf pack, at least it seemed like Kent believed in Celeste's words. Their attention now shifted from plotting revenge against their wolf pack and harming their Alpha to fixating on the hunters instead.　　But the unanswered questions were piling up like werewolves in a moonlit forest. Who on earth were Jeremy's parents, really? They were itching to track down Kent again and uncover the secrets. Unfortunately, Kent couldn't care less about a meeting. The slippery man had vanished into thin air, and they had no clue where he had scampered off to.　　Nevertheless, those matters could take a back seat for now. The howling truth was that their current priority lay in bolstering the entire wolf pack, bracing themselves for the hunters' next move. They even toyed with the wild idea of strengthening their pack to a fearsom