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
In the dead of the night, Marisol finds herself wandering through an unfamiliar wing of the packhouse, the corridors dimly lit and lined with old, dusty decorations hanging on the walls. Dust danced in the air, casting eerie shadows on the worn-out walls. The atmosphere was different from the pristi
“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