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
Lily's mind rewired immediately; a resurge of affection for Marisol and a renewed sense of purpose filled her. She hadn't been forgotten after all, and now she felt a tinge of guilt at thinking Marisol's sense of relatedness so weak. She vowed to herself to continue to be there for her friend, even
Leticia blinked at the young hybrid, steeling herself and forcing her heart to remain still even after being caught. She wondered if it was the right time to reveal her true form. “What are you talking about?” She said instead, donning a confused look.“Don't piss me off,” Marisol grumbled, shuttin
“Why'd you involve me in all this?” “I didn't. You were always destined to be here.”Marisol nodded. The witch wasn't lying, but she was still holding back so much information.“You've been stalling,” Marisol accused after a beat of silence, “The meditation exercise is the only thing that has prove
Marisol nodded. She could sense that there was more to be uncovered, but she'd heard enough for now.She suddenly felt heavy. Her wolf was agitated. It wanted another way out, but the new energy within her was oddly calm. "I don't know if I'm strong enough to make that sacrifice,” Marisol muttered
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
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