Chapter 54

Time seems to come to a standstill as the wolf only stares her down and Marisol holds its gaze, locked in a silent battle of wills. Until, suddenly and without warning, it finally makes a lunge for her. A scream ripped out of Marisol’s throat, and she instinctively fell into a crouch, bracing herself for the weight and pain of the impact that was sure to follow, except it never came.

Instead of the sharp sting of teeth breaking into her skin, or whatever form of torture Marisol might’ve imagined, what she felt was the warm wetness of what was no doubt a tongue, tentative at first, but as she dropped her hands in surprise, the wolf went at it again, until it was licking over her face enthusiastically and with no timed intervals.

Still completely thrown off by the action, Marisol nervously peeled an eye open and there was Cedric’s monstrous wolf, crouching into what could only be seen as a playful bow before it made another small jump at her and resumed licking at her face