Chapter 153

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 place, an exact copy of Cedric himself. Marisol clenched her fists, resisting the urge to strike out at the creature before her, nails digging into her palms as she fought to control her temper. How dare he play such a cruel trick on them? She distractedly wondered how Lily was doing, concerned making her lips' downturn as she lifted her head to find the wolf's eyes on her. Marisol was not mistaken when she saw a swirl of amusement in them. Her annoyance boils over.
"You think this is funny?" Marisol spitted, her voice trembling with anger. "You think it's amusing to terrorize innocent people?"