The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 251

“This is delicious,” Clara said while chewing on the sabertooth bits.

Julia smiled, a big improvement over the blathering mess from an hour ago. She must have cried for a solid hour and Clara was there for all of it… I’d gladly do it all over again…

Werewolves healed quickly, which meant Julia looked like nothing happened. Even Clara needed a while to recover after a good cry, but the angel would never switch places… I think being a werewolf is more of a curse than a boon…

“Thanks,” Julia said before reaching for another piece. “I was worried the meat had gone bad.”

a cinematic, warm-toned photograph of two unrelated brunettes, one with a youthful glow in her twenties and the other with subtle laugh lines in her thirties, sitting shoulder to shoulder around a roaring campfire in the midst of a dense, misty forest, each holding a rustic wooden stick with sizzling meat, their faces illuminated by the golden flames as they savor their late-night snack, the atmosphere is cozy and intimate, with the surrounding trees towering above, their leafy branches silhouetted against the dark blue, star-studded sky, the warm light of the fire casting a gentle glow on the women's features, highlighting their dark hair, the younger one with a subtle smile, revealing a slight gap between her front teeth, and the older one with a more introspective expression, her forehead slightly furrowed, as they share a quiet, companionable moment in the stillness of the forest.

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