The atmosphere in Leticia's room was heavy with tension as Marisol, Nicole, and Leticia sat in a circle, each lost in their own thoughts. The recent attack by Dark Moon had shaken Leticia up and even briefly had her questioning her alliance with the werewolves. She'd barely survived that day; Nicol
"These are the tools of our trade," Leticia explained, gesturing towards the contents of the box. "We'll use them to channel your innate energy and guide you in harnessing your powers."Marisol nodded. The once dull thrum of excitement she felt humming louder now. With wide eyes, she leaned forward,
With a wave of his hand, Cedric dismissed the warriors, signaling the end of their inspection. Taking Marisol's hand in his, he led her away from the bustling courtyard and towards the quiet solitude of their castle.As they walked, Cedric could not help stealing glances at Marisol, unable to shake
Marisol found herself standing in the middle of a desolate desert, surrounded by twisted, dead trees that seemed to reach out with gnarled fingers. The air was heavy with the stench of decay, and a sense of foreboding hung thick in the air. She knew immediately that she was trapped in a dream. This
Sensing her distress, Cedric's concern only deepened, “It's okay. I'm here now. I won't let anything happen to you. Whatever it was cannot harm you now. Please tell me. What was it?” He coaxed softly, lacing their fingers together.“Guinevere,” the name escaped Marisol's lips in a shaky whisper, the
The question hung heavily in the air, a sense of unease and apprehension washing over everyone present. Marisol shook her head, more in confusion than in answer. She had no idea what Leticia meant.“What… I didn't…” “That wasn't a dream, Marisol" Leticia cuts in, her voice solemn and her gaze pierc
Guinevere seethed with fury as she brooded in her frozen state, her mind consumed with rage at Marisol's unwitting intrusion into her realm. The thought of the inexperienced hybrid witch stumbling upon her domain ignited a firestorm of frustration and anger within her.How dare this mere fledgling p
“What's wrong?” Maya mouthed, and Ryan shrugged.“It's about Marisol.” He supplied, and Jake made a sound of realization before scratching at his nape awkwardly."Lily, we understand how you feel," Maya began slowly, crouching to be at eye level with the other, "But with the turn things have taken s