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

　　Twin brother...　　As the word danced across Celeste's mind and took shape on her tongue, it bounced back into her ears, leaving her in disbelief. Her rationality struggled to digest this possibility, but her inner animal sensed it. She could feel her wolf's restless excitement, like a wild howl of joy upon rediscovering a lost companion.　　"I am your twin brother, Celeste," Kevin's confirmation sounded in her ears.　　Celeste's instinct urged her to rejoice, to celebrate the reunion with her long-lost twin brother. Yet, her rationality played the party pooper, smothering any flicker of joy.　　Because it just didn't make any sense.　　Why would her twin brother suddenly appear out of thin air? And how did he know her name? Wasn't he a werewolf? Why was he wandering free without any restraints, and why did he seem to be in cahoots with the hunters, dressed in a stark white lab coat? It made Celeste question the absurdity of the situation.　　"Why?" A whirl

　　They walked in silence, Celeste trailing behind Kevin like an obedient pet.　　Kevin was a towering figure with broad shoulders. Celeste couldn't help but notice how his back stood tall and rigid, as if he was holding back some hidden strength, yet he never let it show.　　The corridor seemed to stretch on forever. Celeste passed through multiple doors, each resembling the one that sealed their own little prison. Curiosity gnawed at her, and she couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay behind those doors.　　Were they hiding werewolves, or were those poor souls unfortunate subjects of twisted experiments? The mere thought sent a shiver crawling up Celeste's arm, raising goosebumps on her skin.　　As they approached one of the doors, a familiar scent wafted into Celeste's nose. Perhaps her wolf was physically separated from her due to the silvery chain, but her olfactory senses remained keen. Though the scent was subtle, it sneaked its way up her nostrils, tickling

　　Jeremy and the rest of the wolves finally arrived at Wolf Town.　　As soon as Jeremy stepped out of the car, a peculiar sensation tingled through his body, leaving him bewildered. His heart skipped a beat, and he could feel a distinct surge in the connection between him and Celeste as if someone had turned up the volume.　　Without a doubt, Celeste was here, but where the heck was she? Where were the hunters hiding her? Jeremy closed his eyes, desperately trying to follow the invisible thread that bound him to her. It felt like Celeste's presence was swirling in every direction, teasing his senses. With every breath, he almost caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent, but dang it, where was she hiding? He was utterly disoriented, like a compass gone haywire.　　This sensation felt all too familiar. It reminded him of when Celeste had slipped away with the rogues before.　　Back then, he had been plagued by the same feeling, an uncanny awareness that Celeste was clo

　　"We're here, Cel. No doubt about it!" answered Celeste's father, Jeff, as he glanced at Celeste with a worried look on his face.　　"Hey, sweetheart, what have they done to you?" Her mother reached out and gently caressed Celeste's cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes, visible to Celeste.　　Celeste shook her head, determined to push aside the lingering dizziness. Though a bit disoriented, she refused to let it bother her. The blasted silver chains held her captive, severing her connection to her wolfish powers. Normally, as a werewolf, she would have bounced back from the electric shock in no time. But now, without her wolf mojo, she struggled to fully recover from the hunters' torment.　　With watery eyes, she looked at her parents and couldn't help but let a sob creep into her voice. "Oh, gosh, I missed you guys so darn much! Jeremy and I have been on the hunt for you for ages!"　　All she wanted was to give her parents a big, warm hug, but their hands were tied t