Clara tiptoed backward, immediately she came face to face with Kane. About four meters kept them apart.
"Clara," Kane began, "how are you doing?" He sounded innocent.
Still unsure of what the situation might be, Clara folded her palms---a gesture posed to harness her magical powers and possibly used them to defend herself if attacked. She knew how powerful Kane had become with the dark magic she had taught him. She never knew that one day, Kane will them against her.
"What do you want Kane?" Harshly, Clara asked. She felt she was being monitored by other Werewolves laying in ambush not far from where they stood. For her, it was a matter of time before they all show their faces, just like it happened in her first capture. "What do you want wolf? Have you come to take me back?" She eased a contemptible smile.
