Huffing angrily after a couple of failed trials, Marisol drifts back to sleep. When she wakes up this time, neither Cedric nor his wolf is anywhere in sight, nowhere to be seen, but she finds that clothes and breakfast have already been set out for her.
Surprised, and with a nagging suspicion taking root within her, Marisol makes her way towards the food and outfit. As she takes in the very lavish sight, she can't help feeling that something is amiss but is unable to place what it is. Her wolf, on the other hand, all but jumps in excitement, swooning at the thoughtful and kind gesture.
The fabric of the new clothes rustles with her quick movement as she hurriedly gets dressed with a knot settled deep in her stomach. A sense of premonition looms over her like a dark cloud as she takes a seat on the table, anxiety brewing within her with every bite that she forces down her throat, tight with apprehension.