CLARA

#Chapter74 CLARA I was never destined to be a hero. I have never had any romantic notions about wars, or fighting, or bringing glory to one’s pack by decimating rogues or any such idea. Nor do I understand people glorifying battles and wanting to fight in one, and enjoying the killing part. That being said, I’m not stupid. I know how important and prevalent wars are, especially in the werewolf world, where every wolf is territorial, crazy and incensed by little slights. I know how important war is for a possessive species for us. So, even if I didn’t exactly agree with the whole idea, I had to follow the same safety protocols as everyone else. I was sleeping when the alarms sounded. The alarm has always been my worst nightmare because you can never know how badly things can escalate from there. You don’t know how bad the situation is going to be. You can just pray everything ends up all right at the end. I scrambled out of the bed, my mind half-awake, trying to focus on what needed