“I said on a hunt,” Clara said in a well-practised timbre that would appear normal for those around her. If I slow down time too far, I’ll run out of breath before uttering the first syllable.
“On a hunt?” Artemis asked, before catching sight of Clara’s grin. “…You were the—(bait…)”
That was Clara’s cue. She shifted her focus onto the mass of fur and muscle converging on their position. While it had the eyes of a wolf, and ran on all fours, this was not an animal…
“Now!” Clara yelled when Artemis lumbered toward the werewolf.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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