She pauses for what was no more than a few seconds, but feels like way more as she listens for another being or the noises she heard the last time. Anxiety creeps into Marisol's mind, but her determination spurs her forward after she'd confirmed that she was alone. Marisol explores the dimly lit co
Realizing that she'd spent too long skimming through books and had gotten very distracted from her main goal, which was finding the tunnel and finding her way home, she decided to call it quits with the Library for the meantime.A little light-headed from all the new information, Marisol stumbles ou
First thing in the morning, Caleb hurries to the hidden castle, his mind filled with dread and unease.The hidden wing, also known as the hidden castle of the packhouse, had been closed and sealed off after Cedric's turning as a means to protect the pack members. Although it'd proven to be quite fut
The mind-boggling turn of events still had Caleb's mind swirling with a maelstrom of perplexity. He wasn't sure what would be the appropriate thing to do next.“I'll go see if she's back in her chamber,” Sophia voices as soon as they are out of the hidden castle.Caleb swallows thickly before noddin
Later that afternoon, an emergency council meeting commenced.The council was gathered in a circle, their faces etched with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. Each of them sought answers to the astounding occurrence that was the events that had unfolded the night before."What transpired last night,
Marisol's room, the one she'd craved so badly to be away from in the earlier days, ends up becoming her sanctuary, a refuge from the dangers that unfolded in the Redwood Pack. Her thoughts swirled with a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The vivid encounters with the red wolf had shattered the bound
As the days pass, Marisol continues to grapple with the internal turmoil, caught between the desire for answers and the fear of what the revelations might unfold. The hidden wing held the key to the mysteries, and knowing so much now, there was no way she could continue to remain a passive observer.
Marisol's mind races with the new discovery, trying to piece together the fragments of information she had. Cedric, the red wolf, was evidently a menace, but the particulars of his transformation are, once again, another mystery, the word now synonymous with Redwood itself.“But…” she started, but S
“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