On stepping into the confines of the pack house, Marisol swiftly grabs Lily’s hand, a surprised squeak leaving the latter’s lips as she’s promptly dragged into her room, where she is settled on the bed, after which Marisol goes to shut the door, hearing it lock with a click.
“What’s going on?” Lily asked, wide-eyed.
Marisol, looking to catch her breath after the display that leaves Lily perplexed, rushes out a question, one from the multitude of questions she currently has, “Who were they?”
Lily has a wry smile on her lips as she responds, “My closest friends.” There’s a beat of silence, and on noting that wasn’t enough for Marisol, she adds, “We’ve known each other since we were pups, and I’m sure we all share a mutual trust and understanding.”
Marisol’s curiosity remains unstated, so she presses on, “Why are they so invested in everything happening within the pack?”
Lily, nonchalant yet earnest, shrugs, “We’ve always been a curious group, and we’re all tired of suffering and pretending the pack isn’t falling apart,” she supplies, visibly relaxing on knowing the reason for Marisol’s previous display.
“So, why didn’t you tell them about me?” Marisol asked, her eyes probing for an explanation.
Lily averted her gaze momentarily, and when she looked back at Marisol, a newfound seriousness shone in her eyes. “I can’t reveal anything to anyone outside the pack house. I took an oath, you know that much.”