Curiosity And Interest

Clara

I awoke after what seemed like several weeks. It wasn’t good to be sleeping this often, though I had done the same thing when I was a child. I was always exhausted from the stress of avoiding werewolves who hated me or wanted to pick a fight. I thought about what Hazel had told me: how I always was trapped in fights that I was always destined to lose. I wished that she was here with me now, protecting me from my stupidity.

One thought led to another, and I wondered if it was too late to try to go back to Bragne to see what had happened to the rest of the Moonstone Pack. Would it be suicide to try to go back to that isolated city? Had the vamps truly killed everyone there? I thought about the ferocity of Griffin, his father, Sisley, and the Lieutenant, and I refused to believe that could be the case.

The whole reason why I had felt the need to leave was because the Alpha would have killed me outright. But would that really have happened? I wondered if it really amounted to cowa