Claire was surprised at how confident she sounded.
But that was the difference between having a wolf… and not having one.
She could still hear Jarren's scream as she slashed his body with her claws over and over.
And before he could heal himself, she had swung at him one last time.
His had had fallen off then.
Her stomach rolled with disgust and a wave of nausea swept over her.
The man who had held a knife to Yeren's throat had tried to flee, but she had swung the chair at him.
Then she suddenly returned back to her normal self, stepped out of her gown and snatched the torn robe from Jarren's body to cover herself. The last thing she remembered was carrying Yeren with a strength that surprised her and running out of the building.
Andon found her not long after that and he took them back to the Town house.
As she bathed herself, she noticed that all her scars had vanished.
It was now undeniable.
She had a wolf.
But the discovery left her feeling empty.
