Chapter 39

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 boundaries between dreams and reality, leaving her grappling with the unsettling truth.

Days blur into nights and Marisol remains in seclusion, struggling to process the craziness that surrounded her.

How was it that the same beast that terrorized her dreams was what lurked in the hidden wing? It was an exact replica, devoid of humanity, and with the same deranged appearance that sent a cold chill down Marisol’s spine, after all those nights of complete terror, waking up in a pool of her own sweat, heart beating erratically, there was no way she would fail to recognize the subject of her nightmares.

The revelation of the red wolf’s existence had shaken her up, so terrify