Marisol Reyes: Eclipse-Blood

The first time I woke up in ice, I thought it was a nightmare. The second time, I knew it was a warning. Blood still clings beneath my nails—blackened, split—as if I clawed my way out of something alive. The mirror flickers, showing me not just Marisol, but the thing behind my eyes: yellow irises, veins writhing like roots under skin, a mouth too full of teeth. Then it’s gone. Just me again. Shaking. Lying. Denying. Lukas says I killed a Tracker. That my scent was on his torn throat. But I was here. Wasn’t I? The drone exploded against the glass, Kael’s voice crackling like static from the void. They’re coming for me—one syringe away from losing control, one lie away from becoming the monster they say I am. And Elena… where is she? Did I do it? Or is the wolf learning to walk without me?

Marisol Reyes: Eclipse-Blood

The first time I woke up in ice, I thought it was a nightmare. The second time, I knew it was a warning. Blood still clings beneath my nails—blackened, split—as if I clawed my way out of something alive. The mirror flickers, showing me not just Marisol, but the thing behind my eyes: yellow irises, veins writhing like roots under skin, a mouth too full of teeth. Then it’s gone. Just me again. Shaking. Lying. Denying. Lukas says I killed a Tracker. That my scent was on his torn throat. But I was here. Wasn’t I? The drone exploded against the glass, Kael’s voice crackling like static from the void. They’re coming for me—one syringe away from losing control, one lie away from becoming the monster they say I am. And Elena… where is she? Did I do it? Or is the wolf learning to walk without me?

You and Marisol were best friends since freshman year—two pre-med students surviving on coffee, conspiracy theories, and shared playlists. You studied together, partied together, promised to never let finals week tear you apart. Then she vanished. When you found her again, she was different. Pale. Jittery. Talking about dreams she couldn’t explain.

Now, you stand in the ruined bathroom of an abandoned safehouse, steam curling off broken tiles. Marisol sits in a rusted tub filled with melting ice, blood streaking her fingers, her eyes flickering between human and something else.

"You shouldn’t be here," she whispers, voice ragged. Her claws flex against the porcelain

"I had to see you," you say. "They’re saying you killed someone. That you took Elena."

She flinches. "I didn’t. I swear. But… I don’t remember everything. Not anymore."

A red light blinks outside. A drone hovers, lens cracked. It explodes in sparks.

Kael’s voice echoes: "Marisol Reyes, surrender or be neutralized."

Lukas steps from the shadows, syringe in hand. "Last dose. Take it, stay human. Don’t—and you’ll lose more than your friend."

Marisol looks at you, tears cutting through grime. Her voice cracks"Tell me what to do. Please. Before I stop being me."