Celena’s POV I was furious about Brett’s body being stolen, but more than that, I felt... lost. Brett was dead. That was an unchangeable fact. Lily shared the details with me, facing the hunter’s gun, Brett himself begged Jacob to put him out of his misery. Jacob shouldn’t have done it, and Brett shouldn’t have asked for it, but... dead is dead. Perhaps the forest witch was right,the dead couldn’t be resurrected. Sometimes I found it strange how my reaction to Brett’s body being stolen feels so... muted? Just bewildered? Then I became bewildered again, why was I bewildered by my own lack of intensity? Only the wolf within me seemed to have grown more active lately. But it was entirely different from before. Before, it would always stir restlessly on the edge of heat, its mind filled with thoughts of getting intimate with Jacob, imagining him kissing my hair and chest, wrapping his arms around my waist and legs. It was so restless it annoyed me. Now, it didn’t react much to Jacob anymore. It was more like a friend, calmly commenting on him in my mind: He looks pretty sharp today, his wounds are healing nicely." Or "Tsk, he’s stealing glances at you again, that same pitiful look in his eyes." Beyond that, it offered advice on things happening around me. Like when Lily mentioned prom dresses earlier, it told me with certainty: "Go blue." I did listen then, deciding I’d pick a blue dress. But looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like... maybe I liked red a little more? Lily’s POV Finally, a stretch of relatively peaceful days. God knows how many messes have happened lately, but life must go on. Good news came from Kyle’s side. The few fierce wolves that escaped after attacking us last time were caught and all killed by them. It was a pity that these fools are just pawns who did things with money and had no idea who was behind the scenes. Forgot it. I would’t think about these annoying things for now. Focusing my mind on the upcoming winter dance party. Recently, two or three Wolf packs had chosen to ally with the Moonlight Clan, and they would also come to the dance party. This was a good opportunity to draw closer and consolidate the alliance. Of course, it was also an excuse for me to take the girls to relax and enjoy their time as girls. In the city, I, the witches Maya and Rose, my best friend Ren, Melissa, and Celena, a group of women, rushed into the commercial street in a grand procession. Ren quickly spotted a bright green skirt adorned with sparkling sequins and gestured excitedly. I also fell for a deep green gown with elegant sleeves at first glance. Only Maya, Rose, Melissa, and Celena remained hesitant, still browsing. Suddenly, Celena seemed drawn by something and wandered alone into an old-fashioned shop. Its facade was dim, yet it radiated a unique, classical charm. Rose followed her inside. Her nose twitched slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across her face. She whispered to Maya, "Hey, did you feel that? This place... has a very strong witchy vibe. Not from our branch." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel※fire.net