CAROLINE'S POV
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Swooshing left and then right, Clara keeps our focus strained forward, her claws, white as snow, shimmer underneath the moonlight. She doesn't dare make herself drunk by trying to follow the shadow circling us at lightning speed. She keeps her heart steady, and even though I'm not in my own body, I can feel mine beating in my mind like a hammer meeting steel, over and over again. 'What is it?' My voice is a panicked squeal. 'Hush.' Clara growls, blocking me from her mind that I desperately want to rummage through to see what she knows, or what she suspects.
My mind switches from one horror story to the next, but nothing feels like it's possible to exist. The shadow is tall, thin, almost human-like from what I can tell, but fast. "Here, little wolf," A deep voice echoes
