Chapter 50

Marisol collapses on her bed, exhaustion washing over her. Her groggy memories suddenly sharpen her mind, seemingly working better without the fright of waking up next to the beastly wolf, and the events of the previous night flood back in.

Cedric had challenged her, daring her to prove she wasn’t afraid after she’d pestered him the entire night, seeking answers to his wolf’s actions. She couldn’t believe he would suggest such, well aware of his wolf’s unpredictability.

Disliking Cedric even more, Marisol felt torn. She knew she should have just ignored his goading and left, but the desire to prove him wrong was stronger. Reluctantly, she’d agreed, asking him to shift into his wolf form.

Cedric, looking strangely relaxed, explained that he couldn’t willingly shift, not since the curse, and that, these days, his wolf emerged whenever it would.

With clammy palms and struggling to keep her erratically beating heart at bay, Marisol forces herself to sit in wait.<