Chapter 136

　　Once the door was shut, the room plunged into darkness. As the blackness engulfed them, an eerie atmosphere settled in, creating a silence so thick Celeste could almost touch it. 　　Amidst this hushed tranquility, she could discern the uneven rhythm of Raymond's breaths and the faint thumping of his heart. She couldn't help but wonder if it was the lingering torment inflicted by the rogues that kept him in such agony. 　　Gradually, Celeste's eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to make out the figure of the hunter who was bound to the chair. His face was a mess, disheveled and stained with smears of blood. Celeste couldn't fathom how the rogues could have subjected him to such punishment. It was beyond her imagination. 　　Raymond lifted his head in the gloom, his eyes attempting to meet Celeste's gaze. But she knew he was just an ordinary human, lacking the night vision of werewolves. In the dark, he could at most catch a fleeting glimpse of the glimmer in her eyes, while her exp