Celine's eyelids twitched as the morning sun kissed her face. She grunted as she felt sluggish after what happened last night.
She snuggled deeper with the pillows around her, sniffing it deeper as it contained the scent of her man. It made her feel safe knowing that she was sleeping on her man's bed.
"Mmm, I want him. Why is he not here?" Celine muttered drowsily.
…
Celine opened her eyes immediately as she regained most of her consciousness, "What did I say just now? What is wrong with you, Celine!"
Celine scolded herself. She jumped out of bed and looked around the room.
She finally recalled everything that happened last night, including the lanky vampire, the werewolf, and how he 'marked' her.
Everything became blurry after that, with her feeling the heat all over her body. She shuddered, knowing what kind of heat she felt. If that werewolf wanted to do things to her body last night, she might not object.
In fact, she might even have taken the initiative had he not separated their bodies and locked her inside this room.
Fortunately, her mind was cleared after a rest, and she remembered her main goal in coming to this town: to find her sister.
"Monica!" Celine rushed to the door. That damned werewolf said he would tell her about her sister's fate after she woke up. However, she halted her step once she passed a full-body mirror. She realized that she was still naked from the waist up because Calhoun ripped her hoodie. But something else caught her eye.
She took a closer look at her reflection and rubbed her shoulder, "Wait, where is the bite mark? I remember that he bit me here."
The bite mark had magically disappeared. There wasn't even a trace of the wound there. She also remembered that she sprained her ankle last night when she tried to run away from that vampire.
She rotated her ankle and felt no pain. All the wounds and pain in her body were gone as if everything that happened last night was just a dream.
That was until she noticed the tattoo between her collarbones. It was a crescent moon tattoo that she never had before.
"But this tattoo is familiar. Where did I see it before?" Celine pondered for a moment before the lightbulb lit up on top of her head. "Wait, isn't this the same crescent tattoo under Calhoun's nape? Does that mean we—"
Celine didn't dare to continue her words. She was afraid that the 'mark' and 'mate' thing Calhoun talked about last night was true.
She came to this town to find her sister or at least her sister's fate. Never in a million years had she ever wished to be part of this supernatural bullshit.
Thus, Celine decided to find Calhoun and find out about Monica to continue her search for her sister.
And if Monica died…
"It's best not to think about it until I get answers from that man, at least," Celine told herself. She checked Calhoun's wardrobe and realized that all of his clothes were at least twice her size, so even a simple t-shirt was so loose on her body.
She checked her jeans pocket and was relieved when she could feel her car key. At least she could leave this mansion as soon as she talked with Calhoun.
Celine knocked on the door a few times, "Calhoun, open the door! We need to talk!"
…
There was no answer, so Celine tried opening the door.
Click.
Celine let out a relieved breath. She thought she'd be trapped in that room for a long time.
She was stunned in awe as she stepped out of the room. She was half-conscious last night, so she didn't take her time to marvel at the luxurious mansion.
There were glass panes everywhere, with an automatic sliding blind that covered at least half of the glass panes. The furniture looked expensive enough to intimidate Celine, afraid she might scratch on something she couldn't afford.
The ceiling of this mansion was very high, but there was a strange glass door at the ceiling, something that was unreachable for humans without using a ladder.
Celine snapped out of her daze and began calling the owner of the mansion, "Calhoun! Jaime Calhoun!"
…
Still no answer.
She continued to walk around until she saw the main entrance that was wide open.
Celine guessed that Calhoun must be outside, doing whatever in the middle of the woods. She walked out and saw two men doing a one-hand push-up.
They were the same men that she had seen in the meadow last night: one tall and handsome black man resembling Michael Jordan, and the other was a shorter red-haired man.
They were both shirtless, only wearing tight boxers that covered half of their thick thighs.
Marc and Andrew were doing push-ups in the yard. They were so focused that they didn't notice Celine standing at the door.
"Six hundred… eighty… two… urgghhh!" Marc dropped once he reached his limit. He was sweating all over and cursed at Andrew, who forced him to exercise every morning, "I will complain to Calhoun about your training regiment. This is fucking inhuman!"
"We are not human, Marc," Andrew replied coldly while he easily continued his one-hand push-up. "And seven hundred push-ups is a bare minimum for you. Calhoun can do one thousand without breaking a sweat."
Marc had been looking at the sky until he noticed a figure of a woman in the corner of his eyes. He turned his eyes and exclaimed, "Oh! Our Luna has woken up!"
Marc got up and walked towards Celine.
"You're not supposed to call her that. Calhoun will be angry again," Andrew sighed. He finished his training regiment and followed Marc to stand in front of Celine.
Celine kept her silence the whole time, but she flinched when Marc tried to shake her hand. "You two—"
"My name is Marc," the red-haired man said. He pointed at the man behind him and added, "This one is Andrew. We are members of the Blood Moon pack. There are only four of us, so there's not much to show."
"It will be five when we count you in, Miss," Andrew said and bowed politely. "Do you need anything? We are at your service."
Celine was surprised because these two handsome werewolves already regarded her as part of their wolf pack, something that she never wanted.
But she had no time to argue nor talk with any of them. She was desperate to find any lead regarding her sister, "Where is Calhoun? I need to talk with him."
"Oh, he is still sleeping. Do you want me to escort you to him? Let's go," Marc was about to hold Celine's wrist when a shadow suddenly leaped from the window on the second floor.
In a flash, Calhoun stood behind Marc, grabbing his neck and throwing him back until Marc rolled on the ground and hit a tree.
"Ouch! Urk! Argh!"
Calhoun stared at Marc, who was grimacing in pain, "I never gave you permission to touch her, Marc."
"Urgh, why are you so cranky? I was about to bring her to you!" Marc complained while rubbing his head.
Calhoun turned his head at Celine and swallowed his saliva once he realized how cute and sexy she looked wearing his shirt. She was thin, so his shirt basically swallowed her body.
His mind trailed off for a moment until he snapped out of it, clicking his tongue, "You better have a good reason to wake me up so early in the morning, Celine."