  Celena&#39;s POV
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  Fuck. This felt&nbsp;awful.
  Standing before Jacob, staring at his pale face, those blue eyes brimming with pain and guilt that threatened to spill over. That damned Wolf inside me, that part I couldn&#39;t shake off, was excitedly wagging its tail, making a low whining sound, and desperately trying to rub against it. &nbsp;It didn&#39;t care about Brett&#39;s death or my sadness. It only recognized&nbsp;that so-called &quot;destined mate&quot;, the murderer who killed Brett. 
  Get closer to him, it whispered in my mind, with a primal, blind hunger. He is ours. Forgive him.
  Forgive him? Never.
  I fought the urge with every ounce of strength, digging my nails deep into my palms until crescent-shaped gashes drew fresh blood. My reason, my rage, my grief screamed in protest. He was unforgivable. Never forgiven.
  I spun away, fleeing that suffocating atmos

  Maya&#39;s POV
  When that young werewolf girl named Celena looked at me with those hollow, almost resolute eyes and said, “I want you to help suppress the wolf inside me. Its thoughts are interfering with mine,” I swear my jaw nearly dropped.
  Merlin&#39;s beard! Suppress the wolf&#39;s mind? That&nbsp;was... that&nbsp;was&nbsp;like asking someone to chop off their own arm just because it occasionally flails uncontrollably! The wolf was an inseparable part of a werewolf&#39;s soul—its instinct, its power, its an amplifier of emotion. Suppress it? What&#39;s the difference between that and strangling your own soul?
  I stared at her pale little face, those once-bright eyes now filled only with exhaustion and struggle. A wave of immense sympathy washed over me. What torment must this poor child be enduring?
  “Dear Celena,” I tried to make my voice sound gentle yet firm, “I&#39;m sorry

  Lily&#39;s POV
  Watching Miranda clean Ethan&#39;s wound and sew it up (although werewolves with strong self-healing abilities usually don&#39;t need it, deep wounds will heal faster after being sutured), he frowned in pain but still tried to force a comforting smile at me. The flame in my heart suddenly flared up like a prairie fire. 
  Damn those vicious wolves! If they dared ambush Ethan today, tomorrow they&#39;d creep to the town&#39;s edge, threatening defenseless civilians, or worse... they might find my mother&#39;s home and endanger Aurora! The thought alone made me seethe.
  “Keep an eye on him,” I told Miranda before turning to leave. I grabbed my most trusted hunting knife from the rack and tucked it behind my waist. Then I checked the Lycotine magazine in my pistol and cocked it with a sharp click. My movements were sharp and precise, carrying an unmistakable edge of ruth

Celena&#39;s POV
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  Fuck. This felt&nbsp;awful.
  Standing before Jacob, staring at his pale face, those blue eyes brimming with pain and guilt that threatened to spill over. That damned Wolf inside me, that part I couldn&#39;t shake off, was excitedly wagging its tail, making a low whining sound, and desperately trying to rub against it. &nbsp;It didn&#39;t care about Brett&#39;s death or my sadness. It only recognized&nbsp;that so-called &quot;destined mate&quot;, the murderer who killed Brett. 
  Get closer to him, it whispered in my mind, with a primal, blind hunger. He is ours. Forgive him.
  Forgive him? Never.
  I fought the urge with every ounce of strength, digging my nails deep into my palms until crescent-shaped gashes drew fresh blood. My reason, my rage, my grief screamed in protest. He was unforgivable. Never forgiven.
  I spun away, fleeing that suffocating atmosphere. I needed clarity, needed distance from the man who tore my soul apart.
  Unconsciously,

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