THE FIRE LORD

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Beware... For happiness does not last for eternity. It comes, but when it goes, sadness descends with severity.

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Celeste blew out a breath of adoration, eyes trained on the handsome boy standing with a tall masculinity on the podium.

His lips were drawn into a thin line, his expression as blank as a sheet of paper and yet his beauty outranked every werewolf standing on the meeting grounds; both men and women.

Celeste wasn't sure how he did it, but every single thing he did made her heart flutter and her legs weak. He was the centre of her attention despite the many other people scattered around the vicinity.

His eyes...

His lips...

His body...

Every single aspect of him called out to her, but in what way could she respond?

Certainly not by confessing that she had many times drooled while watching him and certainly not by hunting him a darn rabbit!

But either way she chose to respond, it was no secret that he was out of her league; for one, he was the future alpha of this pack and added to that ball of misfortune, was the fact that he was her sister's boyfriend.

Tonight, twelve o'clock on the dock, would be the day they officially became mates.

You see, tomorrow was his birthday, the day he'd be able to scent his true mate and the celebration was on the brink of starting.

The yard was full of mated and unmated wolves and women from the Forester pack as well as other packs stood in deep anticipation, praying to the heavens that they'd be the one.

Celeste stood in that deep anticipation too. Though her sister was ninety nine percent his mate, she couldn't help but hope to be the remaining one percent.

At least then she'd have a teeny weeny chance to steal him from her b*tch of a sister.

Her sister... It's a hassle to even call her that. She didn't act like a big sister much less a distant family member.

At school, Celeste was a victim to verbal abuse. The kids there always taunted her and instead of taking her side, her sister would always take theirs.

'Why is Celeste so ugly when Celia is sooo pretty?'

'Aren't they suppose to be twins?'

'Why is one hot and the other is not?'

It was a struggle to go to school everyday. She was the nobody, the odd one out and Celia was the one on top. She got everything she wanted, even mom and dad favoured her, leaving Celeste with no one, absolutely no one to turn to.

Sad isn't it? But Celeste was use to it by now.

With a sigh, she glanced at the woman next to her who kept whispering... "One minute left, one minute left, one minute left."

It was annoying, but it made Celeste's anticipation rise to a higher heights. In one minute, her world would turn upside down and she knew it.

The guy she had a crush on for years was about to fall in the hands of another. She didn't want to see that happen, especially when her sister's palm was stretched right open.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she took a shaky step back, eyes glancing at her life long crush one last time before turning her back.