It was sunny, and the sun was still out, but by the next morning they would all be heading out.
"We've made all preparations," she said, dropping her tone even lower as she spoke.
"…Zyren will die! There is no way he can survive the artifact. It can only be used once more, but it should be enough!" she said, aware that it was an artifact used in the last war.
Remnants—and a reminder—of just how hard vampires and werewolves had once done their best to wipe each other out.
Clara stepped closer to King Jared when, even after speaking, he still refused to respond and simply continued to stand by the window, staring out.
"…no matter how powerful he is, even he won't be able to heal from such a thing," Clara said, convinced by her own words as she looked at Jared, who continued to ignore her—something that was slowly getting on her last nerves.
She had already bottled in her hatred at the fact that not only was Aira his mate, but it was the way he looked at her.
