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
With each step, the dust beneath her feet seemed to whisper the forgotten stories of Redwood's past. Like a pinch back to reality, Marisol is suddenly reminded of her mission to find the tunnel and get out, yet, here she was, letting herself get sucked into the enigma that was Redwood yet again. M
When Marisol finally runs back into her room, the door slams shut behind her before she collapses against it, her heart pounding against her chest as a whirlwind of emotions threatens to engulf her.She takes several deep breaths in a quest to stabilize the erratic organ with a hand over her chest,