The night was quiet, the kind of quiet that hides secrets. The pack had gone to sleep, the fires in the yard burning low. But in one chamber, Clara sat awake. Her face was dark with anger, her eyes filled with fire. She could not forget Elara’s pale face. She could not forget how Damien held her hand in public, protecting her. And worst of all, she could not forget the way Mira laughed with Elara, like they were sisters. It burned her inside. “She thinks she is safe,” Clara whispered to herself. “She thinks Damien will protect her. But I will show her that no one can protect her forever.” She opened a small box hidden under her bed. Inside were powders, herbs, and dried leaves she had stolen from the healer’s hut. Some were harmless, but others were deadly. She picked one small pouch, dark green in color. “This one,” she said with a cruel smile. “A little in her drink, and Mira will never rise again. And when Elara cries, when her heart breaks, she will know how it feels
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