His smug expression irritated Marisol, but her wolf seemed to share no such sentiment, captivated by his presence, yearning to be closer. Marisol hated that she was warring with herself over the soulless creature who was sprawled leisurely on the throne that he owned with just his aura. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him for so much as a second.
Her body, mind, and every part of her she could offer yearned pathetically for him, and Marisol finds it a struggle to uphold her own weight. Clearing her throat, Marisol tries to regain a sense of control, remembering her mission. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice surprisingly firm.
Cedric chuckled at that, a haughty undertone to his response. "Don't you know that much?"
Ignoring his cryptic answer, Marisol presses on, "What happened here?" she inquires "What happened to you? Caleb said…. that you've been in wolf form for months."