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
“Stop bluffing.” Marisol's smile dropped the moment the dagger slipped into her hands. “We both know that I'm not bluffing, witch.”Before Guinevere could react, Marisol drove the dagger into her heart in one forceful swing. Her eyes blew wide, and she fell right on top of Marisol, pained choking s
The air crackled with magic, and their surroundings became a battlefield of elemental forces. Marisol conjured torrents of fire, sending waves of intense heat crashing towards Guinevere. But Guinevere laughed, her own magic swirling around her like a shield as she countered with blasts of icy spears
Marisol ended up in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with ancient magic and foreboding. Her grip on the dagger tightened, its energy pulsing against her skin as if urging her forward.She didn't know where she was or how she got there. All she did was allow her senses to lead her, and it seemed th
By the time the truth had fully sunk in, Cedric was a whirlwind of fury and grief. He turned on Leticia, his eyes blazing with a primal rage as he grabbed her roughly, his grip like a vice around her throat."Cedric, stop!" Caleb's voice rang out, his tone commanding. "This won't bring Marisol back.
Caleb's brow pinched in concern as he took in Cedric's disheveled state. “How? Was Guinevere here?” He looked around frantically and found no sign of infiltration. He turned back to his brother. “Don't worry, we'll find her," he assured, his voice a steady anchor within the chaos that was Cedric's m
In the hushed stillness of the night, when the world lay shrouded in darkness and all was quiet, Marisol rolled out of bed. It was time.She knew what she had to do. A sense of duty pulsed through her veins, driving her from the warmth of her bed.Silently slipping out from beneath the covers, she m
Marisol's heart swelled with conflicting emotions at Cedric's declaration. His eyes, conveying his utmost sincerity, almost had her bursting into tears where she sat. Instead, she forced a smile, her applause joining in with the others, though inside, she felt a pang of sadness.“That's wonderful ne
A smile spread across Marisol's face as she turned around in his arms to face him. “Nervous? Why on earth…”“Okay, I was nervous on your behalf.” He admitted with a sheepish grin, and Marisol regarded him with a fond smile. “But Leticia was right. When we retreated, they prowled around aimlessly for
Marisol stepped out of Leticia's chambers with a million thoughts bubbling in her head. She didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry. Maybe she wanted to do both. It was so unfair. Her parents had told her she was destined for greatness. Was this fate's idea of greatness? To be made to sacrifice