Clara
She walked with the troop, William, his unit and his sister Tanya, out to the cells of the pack, in a deep part of the woods off the north-western side of the packhouse. She was still wearing that white top, something that would make her noticeable as she appeared from out of the darkness. She did like that idea of this punishment.
‘Let me ad lib while you’re in there, Clara,’ Isla asked. 'I’m small enough to walk right behind you and go completely unnoticed by Percival as you will in the darkness.'
‘Alright.’ Clara stated.
She had no idea what Isla’s plan was, but that girl was pulling on her dark side of the moon, as she liked it to be called. And not once had she failed to enact a perfect plan for any of them, it was also something that worked a treat or fully amused them. So
