In the next few days, Marisol discovered her resolve to be much weaker than she might’ve expected. At this point, she should’ve expected it to be so, because nothing ever seemed to go the logical way when it came to Cedric.
For what felt like the nth time since their first encounter, Marisol had resolved to keep her distance from Cedric, believing it to be the best course of action to maintain her sanity.
Yet, to her dismay, she soon realized that the mere thought of his continuous absence left her feeling hollow and incomplete. Despite her best efforts to avoid him, Marisol found herself inexplicably drawn to him, seeking solace in his company even amidst the chaos that surrounded them.
There was a sense of comfort in the moments they spent together, even if they were often marked by silence. Whether they were sitting side by side or simply sharing the same space, Marisol found herself feeling at ease in Cedric’s company.
Another aspect she couldn’t ignore was the once subtle changes in Cedric’s behavior that became more apparent over time. He had become increasingly restless, his demeanor shifting from calm and collected to agitated and volatile. There was a palpable tension in the air whenever he was around, a sense of unease that seemed to permeate every interaction.
Cedric’s possessiveness and protectiveness began to border on obsession. He seemed to constantly hover around her, refusing to let her out of his sight even for a moment.
At first, Marisol found his attentiveness endearing, but as time went on, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss, that Cedric’s behavior was driven by something far more sinister than mere affection. It was as if he was teetering on the edge of losing control, and Marisol feared what that could mean for both of them.
In the past few weeks, since they’d started staying together, it was quite noticeable that he had been able to maintain control over his wolf form. He hardly transformed anymore, and even when he did, he was in control.