CHAPTER 122

  Caleb takes a few slow seconds to pick his jaw off the floor before he springs back to action, "Wait!" His loud call echoes in the hallways he leaves behind to chase after her.

  Marisol, however, only moves with more speed, fueled by determination. She finally makes it outside and heads towards the forest. Her wolf was feeling a very violent mix of emotions, and the last thing it needed was to remain trapped behind those walls stained with the suffocating stench of their deceit. It needed space.

  "Marisol, please, wait! Where is all this coming from!? What happened!?" Caleb's confused voice continued to ring in her ears as he got closer and closer, unrelenting in his chase.

  The mere sound of his voice grates against her nerves. If she'd listened to her very ugly thoughts against him at the moment, his entire face would have been smashed against a wall.

  She stops, scowling as she turns to glare at him. "You must really have a death wish," She growls.