“Can you find your way—”
The werewolf turned her head at an odd angle, and Clara could have sworn to cock an eye. Had this been a defiant teenager, the fallen angel would have understood precisely what this was… At least she still has her sass…
“Nor is she holding a grudge…” Ethereal, another one of Hecate’s personalities, said.
Everything that Ethereal said was cold and emotionless. Every syllable leeched the joy from the room, as though death herself had spoken… Goddess of ghosts and necromancy…
While blunt those words left a bitter taste in Clara’s mouth. Julia did not know that Clara could have intervened sooner to save her. Instead it was another who was sent at great personal risk to empower the werewolf to free herself and the other women… Now is certainly not the time… will it ever be?
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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