Clara had been digging through the documents since the moment Ashleigh had granted her access.
All through the night and the morning. As the others said goodbye to their loved ones, Clara continued to read every document, look at every image, and run her own research.
By the afternoon, she was exhausted but enraptured by the things she was learning from Alpha Cain.
Almost three hours after the convoy had left Summer, Clara was deep into a stack of books. Some were written by humans, some by werewolves.
Ashleigh, Caleb, and Alice arrived in a conference room that Clara had commandeered as her personal headquarters for her research mission.
Nessa had created a small corner for herself, complete with a laptop, a couple of sleeping bags, and a box of snacks and water bottles.
She had forced Clara to take a short two-hour nap and eat at least a few snacks during the night.
“Clara?” Ashleigh called out to her.
