Chapter 22: Dog’s poop

-Clara-

I dreamed of Ianthe in her beautiful wolf form, sleeping at the pond in Blood Moon. Her light grey fur does not shine; she whimpers in her sleep. I caress her head softly without waking her up.

"I will take care of us," I told her. "Come back when you are ready,"

I miss my wolf terribly, but she needs time to heal. Both of us in our own way and pace.

I woke up after a restless night.

Everything that has happened in my life and the lives of my friends was too much. Perhaps, I should consider them as my family. I have no idea how I would ever repay Angel and her parents.

Our plan was for the Simmons to gather evidence and witnesses to present a solid case before the King of Werewolves. Despite Simmons’ concerns and doubts about the King, we agreed that t……