THIRD PERSON’S POV
The sun had already materialized slowly from the distant horizon, showering the rundown shack with dull rays of reddish glow. Alastair crossed her feet, sitting on the banister with her back against the thick wooden post of the balcony facing the semetary below.
She had already managed to change out of her blood-soaked shirt and the cut she got from Nathan who had accidentally pushed her hard enough to actually get her to scratch herself on a loose nail had already vanished, leaving no mark from her previous encounter. She stuffed both hands in the pocket of her jacket and closed her eyes, breathing in the cold breeze.
“What are you doing up so early?” Castiel’s voice rang through the silence of the forest and the clopping sounds of the horse’s hooves as it hit the
