♥Caroline's POV♥
I made my way out of the church and met the hunter standing with his back resting on the ancient walls and his eyes firmly shut. He had a black short on that stopped at his mid-thighs while a white bandage firmly wrapped his knee cap with blood pooled at the center. I could feel my intestine churning and voices in my head lashing out at me.
You are a monster, you tried to kill that man.
The truth is that I am no monster. I was caught in a war and in wars, there are casualties so whether my subconscious likes it or not, I'm not to be blamed for his misfortune.
Keep telling yourself that! A voice in my head yelled at me and I shook my head to clear those voices.
"H- hi!" I stuttered and cleared my throat.
"You are the woman that almost shot me to death last night." H
