Scott leaped through the window, and as he found himself outside the cabin, he had fully shifted. He raised his snout and sniffed the air, searching for Ciara’s presence in the scent she had left behind. The wind carried it to him. She was running westward, towards the border between Silvercrest territory and that of another pack, Moon Ashes.Scott had to find her quickly and drag her back here before the other werewolves found her.He grumbled incessantly and cursed his foolishness for letting himself feel sorry for her and for letting his guard down when she escaped. Despite her appearing innocent, she harbored a wilder wolf within her than any wolf Scott had ever encountered. He should have stayed vigilant.His wolf growled and stopped as they approached the territorial border. Her scent grew stronger, and Scott was sure she was close.Just as he was about to decide which way to go, something lunged at him from the side and knocked him down. As he fell and rolled, he grabbed the at

“Scott, what happened?”“Just shut your mouth and trust me.”Scott carried Ciara as they ran for about a kilometer. Once he was sure no one could catch up to them, he set her down in the middle of the woods and said, “Stay here.” Then he looked at her with doubt. Who could guarantee that she would stay here and wait for him to return?She could easily run away again.Scott sighed and roughly rubbed his face, trying to dispel the worries now clouding his mind. He needed to stay calm to find a way out of this situation.“Can you tell me what happened?” she asked. When Scott glared at her, she curled up in fear, and her face twisted in anxiety.Scott took a deep breath, feeling guilty for frightening the girl on and on. There was no harm in explaining their current situation, as she had a right to know.“My friends are there, in the cabin,” Scott said. He realized that this was bad news. Right now, his friends must be aware that a werewolf lived in that cabin. It was impossible for him t

The zipper on the jacket Scott gave Ciara was so difficult to put on. Her hands were slippery from the damp ground she had unconsciously been clutching inside the cave while waiting for him, who was yet to arrive.As Scott approached her, Ciara thought he would scold her for not being able to do something as simple as zipping up her jacket. However, she didn’t expect him to kneel and help her with the zipper.“Thanks.”Her gratitude received no response from him. Instead, he looked up, his gaze fixed on her lips.Afterward, he brought his face closer to hers, and she instinctively pulled away. Her movement startled him. He blinked and seemed momentarily confused.“Let’s go back,” he said then, turning away and leaving her.What was he about to do just now?*The cabin was in a state of chaos. It was no wonder the team members were worried about Scott’s condition. Scott probably felt the same way if he saw all this, plus the reports from the Moon Ashes patrol members.The main room in

Ciara’s two legs felt as though they were bound to stone chains as she crossed the gravel road that led her to Scott’s residence. The two werewolves accompanying Scott weren’t particularly friendly towards her. They didn’t smile at all when she accidentally met the gaze of both men, who were waiting for her and Scott at the bottom of the cabin’s stairs.“Let’s go,” Scott said to his friends.The two men walked ahead, and Scott and Ciara followed. She searched for her necklace pendant and her heart rate slightly calmed when her hand felt the cold surface of the object.The distance they covered felt so far, and as the trees became sparse and the road transformed from dusty gravel to a smooth black surface, she spotted a row of houses in the distance, and her nervousness escalated rapidly.This was the first time she was inside a pack of werewolves. Until now, she had been surrounded by humans who treated her unjustly.She felt both excited and fearful at the same time. Excited because

Ciara was taken aback by Scott’s question. Thinking about Nova had made her sad, and without realizing it, she started crying. She quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks while forcing a laugh.“No!” she said. “I’m just tired.” Her voice trailed off at the end, and then she hid her face by bowing her head.I am a bad liar; she thought. She wasn’t good at lying, and she was sure Scott didn’t believe her weak excuse.However, Scott didn’t comment further on it. It seemed he wasn’t too concerned about whether Ciara was really crying or not.“Stand up. We’re going to my house now,” he commanded.She stood up and brushed the dust off her backside. She followed him, who was walking ahead. They left the Alpha’s house, and she took a deep breath, feeling like she had successfully passed through something terrifying.She prepared herself for more curious stares, but when they stepped outside, there was no one on the streets.“Starting today, you’re a guest at Silvercrest,” Scott said as he