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, concern 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 boiled over.
“You think this is funny?” Marisol spat, her voice trembling with anger. “You think it’s amusing to terrorize innocent people?”
The wolf offered no response. Its gaze was now fixed on some invisible point in the distance. For some reason, Marisol’s rage grew at being ignored, her berating words pouring forth like a torrent of fury.
“You have no right to treat people like pawns in your twisted game,” Marisol continued, her voice rising with each word. “You have no idea the fear you instilled in Lily, the pain you caused her. And for what? Your own selfish amusement?”
The wolf remained impassive, but Marisol did not miss how its eyes shifted to meet hers, as if daring her to continue, even though its mysterious gaze betrayed nothing. Another surge of frustration coursed through Marisol’s veins, her anger threatening to consume her whole.
“You’re heartless,” Marisol said through clenched teeth, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re nothing but a cruel, heartless beast.”
The wolf’s response came in the form of a low growl this time. This conversation was obviously going nowhere, and Marisol felt herself teetering right on the edge of a mental breakdown.