Romance

  Celena&#39;s POV
  Run, just keep running. The wind tore at my fur, but it couldn&#39;t carry away the pain in my heart. &nbsp;The scenery in the forest blurred into a dark stream of light. I just wanted to get far away from there, away from that cold, deathly aura, away from those silent faces, away from... him.
  I finally exhausted myself and stopped by a strange lake. When transforming back into human form, my&nbsp;legs gave way and I&nbsp;immediately knelt down on the moist soil and fallen leaves. &nbsp;The cold air was inhaled into my lungs, as if it were carrying ice chips, causing me to cough in pain for a while. &nbsp;
  Tears burst without warning, not silent weeping, but heart-wrenching wailing. &nbsp;I pounded the ground hard until my knuckles turned red and cracked. &nbsp;Why? &nbsp;Why Brett? &nbsp;Why Jacob? 
  It felt&nbsp;like there were&nbsp;two people frantically tug

  
  Lily&#39;s POV
  Seeing Jacob lying there, his brow furrowed even in unconsciousness, filled with pain and guilt, I couldn&#39;t bear it. To me, he was like a brother. He was the one who cracked jokes whenever I fought with the twins. He was the one who always handed me a bottle of water after training, grinning and saying, “Lily, that move you just pulled off was awesome.” I couldn&#39;t stand by and watch him lose his destined mate like this, especially under such a shitty misunderstanding.
  “I&#39;m going to find her,” I told Ethan. He looked at me, his eyes filled with concern, but more with understanding. He nodded. “Be careful, Lily. She... might not be open to hearing anything right now.”
  I rode my motorcycle, following the faint trail Max left behind and the anguished traces Celena had left. The sensation was painfully clear. Finally, I arrived at that peaceful lakeside a

  Celena&#39;s Perspective
  Brett was dead.
  This struck my mind like a heavy hammer, reverberating repeatedly, yet I couldn&#39;t truly understand it. How could that be? That Brett who always wore a helpless smile, secretly brought me food and medicine, and told me in my darkest years that there was still sunshine and forests outside? The Brett who told me, &quot;Live on, Celena, just for yourself&quot;? Even my name was given to me by him. &nbsp;
  My heart felt as if it were being clutched by an invisible hand, aching so much that I couldn&#39;t breathe. Fragments of memory uncontrollably welled up: the cold and damp stone walls of the dungeon, Brett&#39;s focused profile as he carefully treated my wound, his low voice telling me stories about the outside world, about the city, about freedom, and the silent clenched and loosened fists when he was mocked by his fellow hunters for bei

Celena&#39;s POV
  Run, just keep running. The wind tore at my fur, but it couldn&#39;t carry away the pain in my heart. &nbsp;The scenery in the forest blurred into a dark stream of light. I just wanted to get far away from there, away from that cold, deathly aura, away from those silent faces, away from... him.
  I finally exhausted myself and stopped by a strange lake. When transforming back into human form, my&nbsp;legs gave way and I&nbsp;immediately knelt down on the moist soil and fallen leaves. &nbsp;The cold air was inhaled into my lungs, as if it were carrying ice chips, causing me to cough in pain for a while. &nbsp;
  Tears burst without warning, not silent weeping, but heart-wrenching wailing. &nbsp;I pounded the ground hard until my knuckles turned red and cracked. &nbsp;Why? &nbsp;Why Brett? &nbsp;Why Jacob? 
  It felt&nbsp;like there were&nbsp;two people frantically tugging at each other in my mind. &nbsp;On one side was Brett. In the dim light of the dungeon, he se

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