Chapter 218

Celena's Perspective Jacob was a complete and utter fool! Did he even realize what he was doing? I knew the rest of the pack was worried too, though they never said it aloud. What were hunters? Vicious scum who saw us as monsters—the kind who wouldn't hesitate to pick off any lone wolf! Him charging out alone was no different from offering himself on a silver platter. My thoughts tangled into a knotted mess, like yarn mauled by a kitten. The impetuous wolf spirit inside me—the one I secretly called "the reckless mutt"—kept prodding. Go to him! Now! He needs you! It clawed restlessly at the edges of my mind, desperate to break free from the territory. But I wavered. Going after him? What would that imply? That I'd forgiven him? I wasn't ready. Just as my inner conflict peaked, that familiar, glacial chill washed over me. The wolf spirit's agitation vanished instantly, replaced by a deeper, unyielding authority. It had shifted again—becoming what