Clara grinned upon hearing that her gift had been delivered. She hoped the backpack and its contents would give Julia everything she required to carve out her own path. Clara expected that the werewolf would surrender to the moon’s power tonight, but would hopefully reach back when she was ready. You never know, she might prove to be a valuable ally.
She clenched her jaw in annoyance. Hecate would not be silenced, forcing Clara to hear the various personas whispering from the depths of her mind. To shake the angel’s resolve, Ethereal interjected.
“In my day, werewolves were considered a disease,” Ethereal said in that distinctive voice that sucked all the joy from the room. “Remind you of anyone else we know?”
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