Julia’s voice made the halls rumble. It was more like an aftershock when compared to the earthquakes her own voice caused.
She did an all-around scan, even looked out the windows, but found no hide or hair of the young werewolf. Since Evelyn was not reacting to the voice, Clara concluded that the voice originated from inside her head… Am I going crazy?
Julia appeared to be real enough when she followed her down that field to the cliff. The sight of the modern woman was no of proof sanity, simply an indication as to the depth of her delusions.
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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