Chapter 7

After a quick breakfast, Marisol delved into the preparations for the annual ball. The scent of fresh flowers, the sound of laughter, and the hum of activity enveloped her as she navigated through the myriad tasks that demanded her attention.

The floral arrangements, the seating arrangements for the guests, and the intricacies of the ceremonial traditions—all required her meticulous oversight.

The halls of the pack’s grand estate buzzed with energy and anticipation. When she was younger, Marisol used to thrum with the exact same level of energy, if not more. How she wished she could go back to those times.

Despite the excitement that buzzed through the pack, Marisol couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something malevolent lurked in the shadows.

In the courtyard, she met Estella, her closest friend and confidante. Only Estella knew of the nightmares that plagued Marisol, but she didn’t know the details. That would be unnecessary.

Together, they went