Upon getting to her room, Marisol was struck with another dilemma. She paced around the length of the room, guilt and anxiety weighing down on her. She worried about Lily’s well-being and wondered if an apology would cut it for putting her through what would no doubt be one of the most, if not the most, terrifying experiences of her life.
Coming to a resolution, Marisol took a deep breath; she hoped Lily would see her sincerity, and she knew she was going to do whatever it took to earn her forgiveness. However, just as she stepped out, she caught sight of Lily making her way into the pack house.
Lily, preoccupied with hastily making her stroll down the corridor, did not notice Marisol at the far end of the hall and, stunned, Marisol quickly followed after her.
Marisol couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched Lily move about the pack house with an air of ease and normalcy. It was as if the events of the previous night had never occurred, as if Lily hadn’t been thrust into a dangerous situation that could have cost her life. The sight left Marisol feeling utterly bewildered, her mind struggling to reconcile the image before her with the harrowing ordeal Lily had endured.
“You seem surprised to see me,” Lily giggled on seeing Marisol’s expression.
Marisol shook her head in disbelief, unable to comprehend how Lily could be up and about so easily when even Marisol herself had shut herself away following her first encounter with the beastly wolf.
She’d imagined any other person would too. “B-but last night…” she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. “You were attacked, Lily. You could’ve been seriously hurt. How are you here?”
Lily’s laughter filled the air, a musical sound that echoed off the walls of the pack house. “Oh, Marisol,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “You worry too much.”