The Stolen Relic
Clarissa asked, feeling pressured to be a part of this prayer.
Stefan quietly motioned to her to follow his movements. He turned his face to the sky with his eyes closed and bent his elbows to extend his arms directly in front of him. He kept his palms open as if someone was about to put something in them.
When Clarissa mimicked his position, she was surprised at how open she felt. The abundant feeling that blessings would flow down to her, landing directly in her hands, was intense.
Around them, werecats murmured. Their voices purred in the subtle tongue of their native language. The beautiful sound rose like a gentle wave and carried them close, ever so close to the heavens.
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