When no response came, Clara tried to take Julia by the hand. The werewolf reacted violently by tearing her hand away. Those eyes were quickly filled with rage. In a matter of heartbeats the fire died down and her lower lip trembled. Clara only swooped in when it became clear that Julia’s legs were about to give in.
“Sorry—(I forgot where I was),” Julia said.
“No need to apologise,” Clara said. “We can’t all behead the source of our torment.”
“I did that and more. It didn’t do fuck all.”
“No. The difference is they won’t be able to do it again.”
There came an awkward pause.
“Cold comfort,” they 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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