Chapter 17

As the minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Marisol almost felt her patience drain in a literal sense. She hadn’t even been here long enough, but she already felt stir-crazy. The desire to seek answers to the questions making rounds in her head remains an unscratched itch, but the promise she made to Caleb holds her back. She should trust him and do as he says.

That, and she’d grown a bit afraid of possibly getting on the nerves of the members of this pack who were never the nicest to begin with.

Reluctantly, she remains within the pale confines of the four walls of her assigned room and later resorts to unpacking as an outlet for the boredom that started to creep in. In the process of doing this, she finds something she did not remember packing.

There was a journal… Two of them. Her mother had probably slipped those in discreetly before she had to leave. Marisol picked them up, fingers tracing over the worn covers of the journal that had been tucked carefu