Sweat beads on Clara’s brow and she lightly jogs through the rows in one of the sectional fields. The task of finding Evelyn having been more difficult than she had anticipated. Four hours left to have the feast ready. “Eveyln!” Clara shouts over, relief flooding her burning lungs. The ethereal glow from the Nesta she wolf unmistakable.
“Clara? Is everything okay?” Eveyln sets down some tools with a clang, rushing over to meet seemingly distressed she wolf. Clara waves her hand in dismissal at the alarming rate she breathes and perspires.
“I’m fine but I need your help for the feast” Eveyln’s brows raise in surprise.
“How did you find me?” Clara stands full, unfurling her fingers from her thighs.
“I snuck into the reporting office, found your schedule and then had to sift through God k
