She tightened her bag on her shoulder, taking a deep breath. "This is your new beginning, Clara," she murmured to herself, as if to gather courage.
Walking along a street lined with cafes and shops, she observed everything with curiosity. The humans here seemed constantly in a rush, yet Clara noticed their exchanged smiles and laughter—a lightness contrasting with the austerity of werewolves. She managed a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease already.
As she strolled, her gaze landed on a cozy bookstore with a welcoming facade. Drawn in, Clara pushed open the door and immediately lost herself in the smell of old books. She wandered through the shelves, enjoying the tranquility of the place, until a soft voice broke the silence.
"Hello! I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town?"
Clara turned to find a young woman smiling warmly, with tousled hair and glasses perched on her nose. She seemed to have a natural curiosity and a disarming kindness.
"Yes, I just arrived," Clara replied, a bit shyly.
"Welcome to Luneclair!" the woman said, extending a hand. "I'm Emma. I work here, but I think I spend more time reading than actually selling anything."