Kinsley's P.O.V
The next few months were spent recovering in the hospital, a shifter owned hospital. I didn't make it out completely un scathed, no, I would have a few more scars to sport. That voice, It wasn't as loud now. But it was still there. Reminding me, torturing me of what I had done.
My leg was mostly healed now, but it still hurt like a b***h. How many times would I have my leg broken? This was getting old. I hadn't realized how close to death I truly was, literally on the doorstep. The blade wound missed my heart by millimeters, that one would take the longest to recover from. Physically, and mentally.
I couldn't help but have my back against something, so no one could get the drop on me. Trauma does that to you. I should probably see a therapist or something for this. But t
