Lincoln looked at me and examined my reaction. I just stood in front of him, shocked but not appalled nor frightened. The information took me aback for seconds, yes, but it was an expected deed from someone like Clara. What surprised me was that I wasn't frightened at all. In fact, what really frightened me was my laid-back reaction despite that vicious threat. As if I couldn't stand against Clara one on one and had a chance of winning against her.
For the first time in my entire existence of being weak, my wolf howled proudly at me and I didn't know how gratifying to hear that sound of affirmation. It was the first and it rather quenched my thirst for vindication because I realized that I had no choice but to welcome Clara's madness. That if there's any way to win it, it would be facing
