Chapter 249

Celena's Perspective After getting married, life became so simple that I sometimes forgot I was a werewolf. I’m not joking. I’d wake in the morning, usually to find Jacob already up—either making breakfast or back from an early patrol, smelling of dew and pine needles. Rubbing my eyes, I’d shuffle into the kitchen. He’d turn from the stove with a lazy, morning-only smile. “Sleep well, love?” Then he’d hand me a mug of coffee, always the perfect temperature, with double sugar and milk. He still teased me about my childish sweet tooth, but he never forgot. We’d eat breakfast together, listening to Lily chatter about some “earth-shattering” new mischief Aurora had gotten into, or the twins complain about an uncooperative family on the patrol route. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen’s checkered windows, pooling on the wooden table and making the honey jar gleam. During the day, we had our own routines. Jacob handled pack business with the Alphas and Betas—discussing