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,
"Marisol, if you would just listen to me, there's so much you don't understand. Cedric, he—"Marisol shakes her head, unwilling to hear any more excuses. She cuts his words short. "Save your excuses, Caleb. What kind of an Alpha puts his whole pack at such risk? What kind of a person plays with anot
"Wow." He mutters, suddenly out of breath, "That's just… I can't believe this!" His expression suddenly morphs into one of relief before he was snorting out relieved laughter, coming out in short gasps of breath. "I can't believe this!" He howls loudly, elated. This causes Marisol's brows to hit her
"You owe me an apology," she asserts, giving herself a pat on the back for not stomping her feet like a petulant child. In response, Cedric pushes himself off the throne and walks, slowly and purposefully toward her, leaving Marisol frozen in wait, anticipating his next move until he brushes past h
Cedric lay on the floor, a deep breath escaping his chapped lips at the same time his stomach growls obnoxiously loud. He felt pretty lousy, and that had slowly become the constant, having not remembered feeling normal for a long time. There were gaps in his memories, too, like someone took a hole-p