What was happening to Cedric? Was it his wolf? Had it gotten out? Had he done something again, and during the day? Marisol felt a knot of dread forming in the pit of her stomach as they approached the training ground.
Just as they emerged from the forest, Cedric stormed into the training ground, his presence commanding attention and filling the air with heavy tension. Marisol’s breath caught in her throat as his eyes found hers, blazing with fury as they locked her into place.
It was the first time anyone in Redwood had seen Cedric in human form in months now. Since Guinevere’s attack, he’d been reduced to an unstable, bloodthirsty wolf that everyone consciously avoided, so now, seeing him storm through the fields with vigor, looking as powerful as he’d always been, a crowd began to form, amazed eyes following his every step as he made a beeline for a frozen Marisol.
Marisol felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to tear her eyes away from him. Her worries were soothed a bit, seeing as he was still in human form, but she could feel his wrath from a mile away. Cedric was angry, very much so.
Despite the fear and apprehension coursing through her veins, she couldn’t deny the raw magnetism of his presence.
Cedric’s gaze bored into hers, and Marisol felt a shiver run down her spine as he approached. Before she could react, he snatched her away from Ryan, who wisely retreated to a safe distance.
“Why didn’t you come to me last night?” Cedric demanded, fury lacing every one of his words, “And I waited for you all morning, where have you been all day?!” His questions tumbled out of his lips, scattered, anger and the sense of urgency not mixing very well.
Marisol’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood defiantly before him, refusing to cower under his intense gaze. “It’s none of your business,” she retorted and did not miss how Cedric’s eyes darkened.