Kara Cahill (The White Wolf)
She had to keep her true identity hidden and trust only a few people. But some secrets are always meant to be revealed, some fates are not meant to be changed. Can Kara Cahill accept her fate and let the prophecy run its course?
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Out of the woods, wolves emerged, snarling and growling. Kara sighed.
"Without knowing who I am, she made this move. I wonder how it would be if she knew who I truly was." She whispered to Klaus and stepped out. The snarling wolves' sound covered whatever she was saying so she couldn't be heard.. "You will not treat me like a fragile glass."
He nodded but grabbed her hand first and said, "I've seen what you can do. Changing into a wolf partly. You will teach me when this is over."
Nodding she replied. "Okay. But you'll tell me about anybody who is a somebody in the pack and out."
"Deal, now let's kick some wolf butts."
He grinned and they were back-to-back. The first wolf attacked and Kara slammed her arm into its jaw. It bite her and drew blood.
"No more nice new girl." Her eyes flashed white for a second and she attacked.
Her speed could not be matched and the onlookers couldnt look away. She slammed jaws and her nails left marks on the faces of some of the wolves. She was a sight on the field. Careful not to kill anyone, Kara pushed the last person the the ground and stood snarling. Klaus howled and patted her on the back.
"Mad skills you got." His smile was wide as his eyes twinkled.
Mara clapped dramatically and narrowed her yes at Kara. She sneered. "I agree, you can move... against amateurs."
