Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans

A rogue and a runt. A born and raised alpha. A boy with a secret. And a man bent on changing fate, no matter who gets harmed.



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"Have you contacted the council about the rogues?"







"Yes and they say that rogues don't band together in mass amounts."







"Did you tell them about the lack of scents?"







I roll my eyes at his question. "Of course I did."







"And?"







"And they think there's a witch out there causing havoc for the rogues," I scoff. "They said that only a witch could hide a wolf's scent but I can't seem to think of what witch would be out there doing silly experiments that won't benefit them. They'd be better off working with a pack if they had any interest there at all."







"I get where they're coming from but this is mass reports across the country," he says pointing to the map. "I've been on the phone with packs all over the country having the same issues. We seem to have a higher concentration as of late," he furrows his brows.







"Other packs have been having decreases of these rogues?" He nods.







"This past week alone we've had six sightings and it's only Thursday." I feel tension rise behind my eyes as the realization hit me.







"It's Celeste, isn't it. . ."