“ wait till I get my hands on her……I shall …..”
the sound of the door being knocked stopped Clara in the middle of her ranting.
With a resolute mood, Clara marched towards the entrance door to her house and flung opened the door to see her one and only precious friend, scratching her head sheepishly.
Eve took a slight glance at her friend...
"God!! she was fuming" Eve cringed internally.
if she used a little more strength of her werewolf genes, then Eve was very sure that,
Clara would have definitely broken the entrance door to her house from its hinges in her anger.
Clara used that much of force to swing open the door, as a gust of heavy wind was forced to flow towards the table kept beside the entrance of the door.
The plastic decorative flower pot that once was kept on top of t
