In the hushed stillness of the night, when the world lay shrouded in darkness and all was quiet, Marisol rolled out of bed. It was time.
She knew what she had to do. A sense of duty pulsed through her veins, driving her from the warmth of her bed.
Silently slipping out from beneath the covers, she moved with a stealthy grace, careful not to stir Cedric from his peaceful slumber. With one last look at her sleeping mate, she stepped out into the moonlit hallways. Her heart beat steadily in her chest as she headed back for the library and dug out the ancient dagger from its hiding place. Carefully, she wrapped it in the folds of her cloak, the cold metal sending a chill down her spine.
The cool night air brushed against her skin with a gentle caress as she finally made it outside the hidden castle. The world around her was bathed in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced across the forest floor.
Slowly, she ventured deeper into the darkness, guided only by the soft glow of the moon above. The weight of the dagger in her cloak served as a tangible reminder of the task that lay before her, a symbol of the sacrifice she was willing to make to protect her pack and those she loved.
The dagger seemed to enhance the powers she possessed, and she allowed it to lead her to Guinevere. She needed to find her before her hibernation was completed.
The night shrouded Marisol as she pressed on, determined, her footsteps echoing softly in the stillness of the night. With every passing moment, she drew closer to her destiny, prepared to confront the darkness that lurked therein.
Cedric jolted awake with a start, his heart pounding violently against the confines of his chest. His wolf was anxious about something. Confusion mixed with his sleepy haze as he wondered what it was about. He hadn’t gotten a nightmare of any kind, so it was quite unusual to wake up feeling so perturbed.