~ Clara ~
All I could focus on was the man sitting so close that I could smell the faint leather of his gloves.
The single bulb swung slowly, throwing his long, dark shadow across the dirty floor and making him look even taller, even more dangerous.
My heart raced, but this time it wasn’t just fear. It was excitement too — the same wild thrill I got when Daddy finally said yes to a new car or a shopping trip I had begged for.
He cleared his throat once, low and calm, like a teacher about to explain something important.
“We have just two days until the annual festival,” he said. His voice was smooth, almost gentle, but it carried real power underneath.
“You know how important that day is. Every pack will be watching. And on that day, the Luna of Moon Pack will have to stand in fron
