168 - Clara wakes up

[After Clara wakes up from comatose]

The room is adorned with rich, dark wood panelling and heavy drapes that obscure the morning light. Clara was sitting with flowing auburn hair and a worried expression, sitting in a plush armchair by the window, her fingers nervously tapping against the armrest. She clutches a delicate teacup, the contents untouched.

A knock at the door echoes through the room. Clara startles, her eyes darting toward the entrance. Clara weakly whispers. “Come in.” The door creaks open, and the maid, Elizabeth, enters. She is dressed in a traditional maid's uniform, her apron pristine, and her expression grave.

Elizabeth informs her softly. “Miss Clara, may I have a word?” Clara nods slightly impatient. “Of course, Elizabeth. What is it?” Elizabeth approaches Clara and lowers her voice, as if sharing a closely guarded secret.

Elizabeth whispering. “It's about alpha Cinhard, miss. He's gone.” Clara's teacup trembles in her grip as her eyes widen in alarm. Clara gaspi