Clara stands in the window of her new room, the sky clear, the stars bright. All so very faint lights blurred in the distance. Suntra her home. She’s been thinking of the tale Rohan had shared with her. Scared to close her eyes, scared to see what feverish dreams of a past she’s never lived may come to her in her sleep. Thinking about what her mother and father would be doing, both relieved of their duties, thinking of what James might be doing as the new alpha. It’s been barely a week since the coronation, but it felt a lifetime ago. She wonders, does he miss her like she misses him. Craving his touch, desperate to see the cheeky smile that accompanies his contagious laugh. Clara holds her arms, her whole world confusing her. More than anything right now, she needed comfort, her eyes cast
