The werewolf transitioned onto its hind legs, poised to strike. Oh shit! It was time for Clara to intervene.
“Julia!” When the werewolf paused, Clara added, “You don’t want to deal with the side-effects of her death…trust me.”
There was hesitation in those eyes, but the werewolf took a few steps back. Clara broke the arrow shaft of the one that kept her pinned down. Despite the pain, she forced her wings to fold in.
“Killing a god or goddess imbues the murderer with some of their powers…and personality. Effectively, Artemis would haunt you for eternity, and I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy,” Clara said.
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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