Novelas y relatos de Clara Afton

The car turned silent again and Clara preferred it this way, she took out her phone and scrolled through the internet, using it as a distraction to stop herself from paying anymore attention to Henry and thankfully, he let her be. He dropped her off at her apartment and drove away. Clara made her way into her apartment and shut the door behind her. At the same time, one of the werewolves who was keeping a close watch at Clara had also reported her arrival to Skyler. Clara was so famished that she didn't even bother to get changed but instead she dug into the food she had bought, emptying it in only a few minutes. She sighed and rested her back on the sofa and robbed her full stomach. After r

The gravel paths were dark and wet from the storm, scattered with oak leaves and broken twigs. Near the stone fountain, a wooden wheelbarrow bumped over the flagstones. Clara. She wore her faded canvas work jacket, her thick, mud-stained gloves wrapped around the wooden handles. She pushed the cart slowly toward the rosebeds beneath my wing, her boots leaving dark tracks in the wet grass. She stopped beside the stone stairs and set the cart down. Then she looked up. Her brown eyes met mine through the second-floor window. She saw me standing behind the glass, pale and barefoot, my dark hair hanging in tangled knots around my bare shoulders.

Clara forced her smile back onto her face as she reached for the rod she had left in the car earlier. “Stay behind me,” she told Derek. Derek nodded, and Clara tightened her grip on the rod before slowly approaching the entrance. She pushed the door open just enough to look outside. Two infected were wandering across the parking lot, while another stood near the side of the building, its head turning from side to side as it searched for something to attack. Clara drew in a slow breath.

he says, “will you go with her?“ Richard asked, “I won't go with her because she brought me to your mom to work and earn money,” Clara says, “Can you tell me more about yourself?“ Richard says, “My name is Clara Akinson, I lost my parents when I was five and I grew up in my aunt's arms, she loves me equally with her biological children, but her husband despised me maybe because of my educational expenses, I don't know, whenever my aunt is not at home he always maltreated me with the threat of raping me, and two days ago my aunt traveled, and my cousins have gone to school, I was left alone with my aunt's husband at home, and he called me into his master bedroom, he closed the door, but Almig

In San Francisco, Clara got out of bed at 10 a.m. with body aches. She frowned and got out of bed. She went to the bathroom to freshen up. Standing in front of the mirror, she realized her body was covered in love bites. She blushed recalling their passionate night and stepped into the bath. Afterwards, she went down the stairs all dressed and found Ragnor in the living room drinking what she could not identify. Ragnor gulped the whole contents of the metal cup down upon seeing her and quickly gave the emptied cup to the butler who also took it away immediately.

Startled, I bent to catch her. "Clara?" I exclaimed, recognizing Sarah Fletcher's daughter immediately. Clara, whom I had rescued from a rogue werewolf attack months ago, clung tight with tearful relief. Her little fingers dug into my skirt as though afraid I might disappear. "I missed you so much!" she said, her voice muffled against my legs. Before I could properly fuss over her, Emma strode forward and shoved Clara fiercely. The smaller girl hit the floor with a thud and began to cry, blinking big tears at Emma.

Standing beside Aurelia under a garden tree. Both wearing identical bracelets. And on the back, written by hand: **Aurelia and Clara — summer before removal** Mara stopped breathing for one visible second. Because the face in the photograph was not abstract anymore. It was blood. It was family. It was proof. And before anyone could ask where Clara went after that— Aurelia whispered the line that changed the direction of the night again: “She disappeared the same week my mother was murdered.”

But the only difference was that, just an hour into their perfect movie date, it was disrupted when they heard a knock on their front door. Clara furrowed her brow, straining her ears to identify the sound. At first, she hesitated to answer, not wanting to abandon her daughter for whoever it was outside. She wasn't expecting anyone that day, so she could ignore it if she wanted to. Clara had no friends that visited her aside from Hayley. After what happened with her old best friend, Katherine, she decided to distance herself from having female friends. She thought having Hayley as her only friend was enough, but now she had also been betrayed by Hayley.

And next to it, an imprint in ancient wolf runes—the unique soul-scent of a pup. The scent emanating from the imprint was identical to Clara's own wolf-scent. Even after three years of suppression by Silver Dust, even as faint as a whisper, the pure, warm energy was unmistakable. Kael’s hands shook violently. Clara... was his moonlight girl. The angelic little girl who had saved him deep in the forest fifteen years ago, on the night of the full moon, was Clara. It was never Selene. He had found the wrong person.

“No gold eyes, no insignia. They chased her through the pines, then disappeared like smoke. Patrols found nothing. No tracks, no scent, nothing.” Around the table, my senior warriors shifted uneasily. Their silence was louder than any argument. “We’re sure she’s telling the truth?” I asked. My voice came out low and hard, though I didn’t mean to sound like I was about to tear the walls down. “She’s terrified,” Ronald replied. “But steady. No signs of lying. Her name’s Clara, she’s seventeen, from the western valley. She was heading home from her aunt’s when they surrounded her. Said their eyes glowed red in the dark.”