Instead, she pushes back at the fear and unease, burying it deep within and resolving to face it alone should it ever find its way to the surface again, as if challenging the shadows in her dream to another duel in the confines of her mind. She felt tired and even drowsy, but she wouldn't dare slee
Marisol puffs her cheeks and moves to stop her mother's movement. "I can prepare something for myself, thank you."She grabbed the ingredients for a sandwich from her mother and began arranging them on a plate on the counter. "I will remain cut off from the pack," Marisol announced with her back st
Garret was now long gone and so was the content of Nicole's coffee mug.She gazed at the empty doorway through which Marisol had exited a while ago with a forlorn look, a sigh leaving her lips.Her wolf had become more protective of Marisol recently. It was like it could tell that something was wron
Some were in wolf form practicing animal combat. It was these training sessions that made them unstoppable as a pack. Sharpening their skills together and devising new and swift strategies that complimented the other's strong points.She could sense the energy and dedication that permeated the air a
"You sound like you'd rather do something else," Nicole quipped.Marisol sighed, "There's a concept called rest Mom. You know, resting after such an intense session?"Nicole raised a brow at that, "But you arranged your schedule yourself. And I seem to remember you brushing me off when I complained
Never one to not fall for his charms, Nicole welcomes him again this time, arms going to rest around his neck as his hands and tongue grow more demanding. She whines at the kiss, returning it with as much fervor."Ugh," a voice groans loudly as the door to Liam's office flies open. "And here I was t
The beast looked like a product of pure rage, forged in the image and likeness of wickedness personified. Its eyes were a pool of red, fangs bared and ready. A loud growl pierces through the air as it lunges, its claws tearing at the air. Marisol could feel its power, its anger, its hatred aimed at
Marisol's grip on the sheets tightens as she stubbornly fights back the need to shift. Everything felt too much, her room was too small, and her body was too hot. She gasps for breath, her hands flying to her neck as it becomes harder and harder to breathe.It seemed like the dream had succeeded in