She bares her teeth at him and growls, the animosity wafting out of her in waves. "You!" She growls, "What do you want from me?"Sophia is immediately dashing closer to try and help her mate, a growl leaving her lips, but Caleb raises a hand, stopping her in her tracks even as his throat bobs heavil
Caleb leads Marisol back to her room within the Pack's premises less courteously than she'd been treated since her last slumber. Anger boiled within Marisol like a tempest, and as soon as they stepped inside, her fury erupted, snatching her arm away from his grip like she'd been burnt."You think th
"I really am sorry, Marisol. I promise I'll explain everything when the time is right," Caleb assures with a pained expression, a hint of regret in his eyes.At those words, he began to retreat. Realizing she was about to be left alone again, feeling trapped, alone and powerless, Marisol rushes to f
Her thoughts were clear. There was no more futile rage, no more futile pleas. Instead, she would become as cunning as those who had managed to ensnare her. To achieve this, she needed allies, and she needed to unravel the mysteries of Redwood. As she navigated the hallways, she realized that gaining
Lily nods and then looks here and there before adding in a whisper, "Be careful in there. Some of the books are... interesting."Marisol couldn't contain her curiosity as they stepped into the library, surrounded by the rich scent of aged books and the whispers of knowledge. She turns to Lily, her e
Marisol is jolted back to reality by the feel of a warm sticky liquid splashed directly onto her face, causing her to wake up with a loud gasp and sit up abruptly, but instead of her room, she finds herself out in the open, on a desolate land, adding to her shock.Her features are immediately pulled
Paralyzed by terror, Marisol tries to scream, but her voice betrays her. The creature's approach was relentless, closing the distance with a menacing determination. As it drew nearer, so did the distorted features of its nightmarish visage grew clearer, etching an indelible horror into her conscious
The moment seemed ripe for release, and with a trained swiftness, Marisol's body contorted into a blur of fur, embodying the untamed spirit of her wolf. The ground beneath her paws blurs as she sprints wildly, each leap pushing her closer to a semblance of freedom. Yet, even in the wild abandon of h