Chapter 23

　　A tumult broke out in the pack when a dozen werewolves walked into their territory. 　　Their bloodthirsty expressions, their slowly approaching footsteps, and the weapons in their hands all screamed one word: rogue! The bad apples of the werewolves who got a kick out of killing their own kind! 　　Celeste shivered as a chilling sensation ran down her spine. She turned her gaze to Kent automatically, almost as though seeking reassurance from the man. For a short second, she hoped the man didn't have anything to do with that. 　　At this moment, Kent almost reached Byron. Celeste's heart raced. 　　From her position, Celeste couldn't see the expression on Kent's face, but she could see Byron's very clear. 　　It was like everything was happening before her in slow motion. 　　Byron's forehead furrowed in confusion as he opened his mouth to say something to Kent, who stood calm and collected. But Byron paused because Kent cut him off. 　　"No…" she mumbled. She felt her skin crawl. She had a bad fee