Once again, she considered offering an apology and becoming confident with it, but the words caught in her throat suffocated by the weight of her guilt. So she remained silent, opting to observe Cedric from a distance instead.After a while, Cedric glanced up from his reading, his gaze meeting hers
On getting to her room, Marisol is struck with another dilemma. She paced around the length of the room, guilt and anxiety weighing down on her. She worried about Lily's wellbeing and wondered if an apology would cut it for putting her through what would no doubt be one of the most, if not the most,
“Now let's talk about something more interesting!” Lily chirped, the amusement returning to her voice, “The pack is abuzz with some interesting information that you should know.” Lily exclaimed excitedly. “What is it?” Marisol asked, her eyes widening slightly in curiosity.“You've got to follow me
Before she could voice her thoughts, Lily added, "Of course, not everyone believes the rumor. Many are more interested in the prophecy and what it might mean for the pack's future. It seemed someone leaked that information to divert their attention. So not only are they scared of you, they now see y
“Well, since she's already here.” He started, leaning into his chair and folding his arms. His expression morphed into a smirk this time, confusing Marisol with the sudden change as he added, “Don’t you think now would be the perfect time to do what I asked of you?”Marisol, utterly lost and confuse
“Cedric, stop!” Marisol called out, running after Cedric, who was idly walking back to the hidden castle, getting nothing in reply or even in the way of acknowledgment.She ran until she bumped into him, hearing as he sucked in a sharp breath before turning around ever so slowly. “Yes, Marisol?” He
Who was Guinevere, and what had driven her to cast such a malevolent spell?She'd read of the wars between Ember Coven and Redwood Pack, but there was no mention of a ‘Guinevere’. The only place she'd come across her name was in the prophecy. The same one that mentioned that war was coming to Redwoo
Marisol groaned unconsciously as they entered the café, the sight and pleasing smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods overwhelming her senses. The familiar aroma stirred something within her, a longing for the simple pleasures of life that she had been deprived of for so long.As they made t