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
Of all her nightmares, that one was the most terrifying. She still couldn't decipher if she'd dreamed about the second part or if it was real.She digs her head deeper into the fluff of her pillow, the weight of her exhaustion only now settling in. 'It was just a dream.' She chants, willing her mus
"They're becoming more frequent, aren't they? You've never told me what they're about. What I felt through the bond yesterday scared me, Mare. What do you see and experience that could be so terrifying even for us?" Marisol exhales loudly, biting down at her lower lip as she considers telling it all
The Dark Moon Pack's annual ball was a grand affair, a night of celebration and revelry. But for Marisol, it was a night of dread. She knew that something was wrong. It felt so imminent, and it loomed over her head like a dark cloud. Something was so off, but she couldn't put a finger on it.The wer