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
She pads to the window, gazing out with a forlorn look as she ponders venturing out for a run. It would help clear her mind and there was nothing she craved more than that at the moment, but Caleb's warning chose that exact time to echo in her head, the adamancy of his words compelling her to recons
Marisol bites back a smile, internally scolding herself for her amusement at Lily's expense. She nods seriously, humming. “So are there any areas that weren't renovated?”Lily's eyes widen. She opens her mouth to speak, visibly scrambling for an answer which Sophia beats her to.“No. Why do you care
Yet, the revelation only works to deepen her concern, making her wonder what exactly her part would be in all this. Because after the affliction Redwood had suffered at the hands of the Coven, she didn't think it could happen that Caleb would willingly let a witch manipulate the borders of his pack.
Marisol leaves the library armed with two maps and, fueled by the day's success, she decides to try another shot at her exploration of the Redwood Pack, a conscious decision to also steer her focus from thoughts of the haunting place in her dreams. As she strolls through the pack grounds, a sense o