Romance

  Celena&#39;s Perspective
  The light was too bright, a harsh, sterile white that stabbed at my eyes. The air reeked of antiseptic and stale coffee. The two uniformed men across from me had faces carved from stone, expressionless, their gazes cold and dissecting, scraping over my skin like scalpels.
  &quot;Celena. Moonlight Pack.&quot; I kept my voice as level as possible, giving my name and affiliation. By the rules, the Moonlight Pack was a registered, &quot;compliant&quot; werewolf community with the human authorities. This shouldn&#39;t be causing such a severe reaction.
  But not a single ripple of acknowledgment crossed their faces. The one on the left tapped his knuckles rhythmically against the table. Tap. Tap. Tap. Like a death knell. &quot;Yesterday afternoon, you were involved in an altercation with two police officers near the &#39;Quick-Stop Gas&#39; off Highway 76. The of

  Celena&#39;s Perspective
  In the rearview mirror, the flashing police lights clung to us like a swarm of infuriating fireflies. Ha! Think you can catch me? Dream on! I jerked the steering wheel, the stolen police car roaring in protest as I slammed the accelerator. The vehicle, a furious beast of metal, wove and darted through traffic with reckless abandon. Tires screeched against the asphalt as we left one sluggish family car after another in our dust.
  Wind whipped through the shattered windows, tangling my hair, but it set my blood on fire. This feeling… was so damn good! The fear was gone, replaced by a pure, intoxicating thrill. Controlling this speed and power, toying with our pursuers, made every cell in my body sing.
  Beside me, Jacob was grimacing as he picked shards of glass from his arms and shoulders. &quot;Hiss… damn it…&quot; he muttered, flicking a bloody piece out th

  Jacob&#39;s Perspective
  The campfire crackled, its strength fading until only deep red embers remained, breathing softly in the darkness. Celena&nbsp;had curled up beside the dying fire and fallen asleep. Moonlight washed over her face, tracing impossibly soft lines. Her long lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks, and a few strands of brown hair clung to her slightly parted lips. God, she was so beautiful it made my heart ache. I wished I could stay right here, like this, shielding her from all the storms and trouble forever.
  Exhaustion finally claimed us both. In the dead of night, the temperature plummeted, the raw chill of the wilderness seeping into our bones. Driven by some wolf-instinct, or maybe just our bodies unconsciously seeking familiar warmth and comfort—when I felt a warm form press against me in my half-asleep state, my arms opened almost on their own. She settled 

Celena&#39;s Perspective
  The light was too bright, a harsh, sterile white that stabbed at my eyes. The air reeked of antiseptic and stale coffee. The two uniformed men across from me had faces carved from stone, expressionless, their gazes cold and dissecting, scraping over my skin like scalpels.
  &quot;Celena. Moonlight Pack.&quot; I kept my voice as level as possible, giving my name and affiliation. By the rules, the Moonlight Pack was a registered, &quot;compliant&quot; werewolf community with the human authorities. This shouldn&#39;t be causing such a severe reaction.
  But not a single ripple of acknowledgment crossed their faces. The one on the left tapped his knuckles rhythmically against the table. Tap. Tap. Tap. Like a death knell. &quot;Yesterday afternoon, you were involved in an altercation with two police officers near the &#39;Quick-Stop Gas&#39; off Highway 76. The officers sustained serious injuries. Explain.&quot;
  His tone was flat, yet carried an undeniable a

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