Clara POV

Seeing Klaus disappear like that made my knees weak, my knees gave out, and I am now on the floor, lying, my stomach facing the ground. He got away again, I thought. I raised my head and glanced at Erik, who was remorseful at what had happened. Throughout the war, we both felt links that kept breaking, signaling that someone from the pack had died. We always feel if someone went rogue or someone died unless we block it ourselves.

Erik stares at the ground where Klaus was pinned down earlier. Sensing my gaze, Erik looked at me and started walking toward me. He crouched down, nuzzling me...