Romance

  Celena&#39;s Perspective
  That idiot! How did he manage to get himself cut dealing with two bumbling, amateur human thugs? I could have handled it perfectly well on my own. A slight burst of werewolf speed was all it would have taken to drop the guy with the knife. I didn&#39;t need him charging in like some action hero to take the blow for me... Well, okay, not exactly take the blow, but the result is still this gash on his arm.
  My fingers worked deftly, tying an efficient knot in the bandage around his solid forearm while I silently grumbled. Strangely, beneath the annoyance, a trickle of undeniable sweetness seeped through, like honey leaking from a cracked jar. This was how we used to be. Whether it was me bruising my knee during training or him getting scratched by branches on patrol, one of us would always patch up the other—clumsily applying ointment, accompanied by a mix of 

  Jacob&#39;s Perspective
  Damn, I really didn&#39;t want this kind of trouble. On human turf, we had to play by their damn rules, at least superficially.
  I signaled for Celena to pull over first, letting a few ordinary civilian cars pass. We stopped by the roadside like two genuine, law-abiding citizens, but every muscle in our bodies was coiled tight. We watched the police car parked behind us, its lights strobing aggressively, like two wolves poised to strike.
  Two officers got out, flanking us, their hands hovering near their holsters in that infuriatingly textbook posture. One of them picked up a loudspeaker, his voice metallic and absolute. &quot;Cut the engine! Step out of the vehicle! Get on the ground, hands on your heads!&quot;
  Hell no. On the ground? Helpless? Not a chance.
  Celena and I exchanged a single glance. No words needed. The moment the two men thought we were 

  Celena&#39;s Perspective
  Damn, the atmosphere in this car was thick enough to choke on.
  I slumped in the passenger seat, pretending to watch the landscape blur past the window, but every one of my senses was traitorously zeroed in on the man behind the wheel. Had I been too impulsive, coming along like this? That reckless wolf spirit in my head had completely taken over, shoving me onto this path.
  Now, this enclosed space felt like a concentrated jar of Jacob&#39;s essence. His familiar scent—a mix of sun-warmed fur, forest earth, and that uniquely appealing male musk—swirled around me, inescapable. It was infuriatingly comforting, making my fingers itch to reach over, to bury my face against the solid strength of his shoulder, just like we used to.
  The coffee cup I clutched still held the residual warmth from his hands, a heat that seeped into my palm and sent a restless flutt

Celena&#39;s Perspective
  That idiot! How did he manage to get himself cut dealing with two bumbling, amateur human thugs? I could have handled it perfectly well on my own. A slight burst of werewolf speed was all it would have taken to drop the guy with the knife. I didn&#39;t need him charging in like some action hero to take the blow for me... Well, okay, not exactly take the blow, but the result is still this gash on his arm.
  My fingers worked deftly, tying an efficient knot in the bandage around his solid forearm while I silently grumbled. Strangely, beneath the annoyance, a trickle of undeniable sweetness seeped through, like honey leaking from a cracked jar. This was how we used to be. Whether it was me bruising my knee during training or him getting scratched by branches on patrol, one of us would always patch up the other—clumsily applying ointment, accompanied by a mix of fond scolding and exasperated sighs.
  The accidental brush of my fingers against his warm skin sen

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