"What the hell did you do to her?!" She howled, her voice rough with a guttural, wolf-like snarl.
She looked down at Clara's body, which was forcefully shifting back to its normal form, her body trembled, eyes filled with tears and snot.
Cyra felt that Clara had suffered enough for intruding in her mind, So she released her from her soul thread.
She was about to sit when the wolf attacked, launching herself furiously at Cyra's neck. Cyra's eyes darkened as she sensed the wolf's murderous intent.
Cyra raised her hands, ready to break her neck, but the black-haired woman quickly intervened, grabbing the wolf and throwing her against the wall. The impact caved in the wall.
"Please, can you forgive them? We'll leave and won't disturb your rest," She said respectfully, looking at Cyra with a pleading, sincere gaze.