Clara
I was still sitting on the edge of my bed when everything fell apart.
My bag sat beside me on the mattress, half packed. A shirt, leggings, some food, water. I couldn't bring myself to finish the job after Chase stopped me earlier.
My mind kept replaying that moment.
The way he stepped closer.
The way his voice softened when he said my name.
The way his hand brushed my hair away from my face.
And the almost kiss.
God.
My stomach twists again just thinking about it. I fall back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. Why does everything have to be so complicated?
A couple of days ago, I had a normal life.
Now I am a fire witch.
A werewolf.
And apparently part of a supernatural war.
I press my palms over my eyes. "What even is my life..." I mutter.
Then--
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