CHAPTER 103

  He looked to Leticia for anything more she could share, but she seemed to be done with him. He was unable to decipher the meaning behind Leticia's vague guidance and was desperate for any help he could get.

  "Please," he begged, "I need more than cryptic messages. Redwood is treading on very thin ice."

  Leticia chuckles softly at Caleb's impatience. "Ah, Alpha Caleb, you underestimate the depth of this cosmic design. The answers lie in the truths yet unveiled."

  Caleb feels his frustration building. If there was a table anywhere near, he would be flipping it, but he currently settles for balling his fists. "But what about Marisol? You said she could save us…. But how?"

  The witch's laughter resonated through the room, causing Caleb's eyebrows to twitch in slight annoyance. There was nothing amusing about Redwood's predicament. "Marisol, oh, Marisol. Do you even know what she truly is?" Leticia inquires with a knowing smirk.