Marisol seethed angrily as she followed Cedric’s wolf back to the hidden castle. Every step felt like an eternity, her frustration and resentment boiling beneath the surface. She wanted to scream, to lash out at Cedric for his reckless behavior, but she knew it would be futile. Cedric was in his wolf form, and her words would be ignored.

As they entered the throne room, Marisol’s rage finally peaked as the wolf sauntered in with an air of smugness, lounging on the throne as if it owned the ...