Chapter 95: A murderer
Chapter Ninety-Five – A Murderer
Laurel stared at the sky. This was unlike her. Having two mental breakdowns in one day. Why was her mental fortitude failing her? She left the ground she laid on.
Sorren was gone. That idiot. She hurried to her feet and walked a bit. "He really left me here." She mumbled.
While chasing him, she never really made account of the place she passed so now she was in the middle of the forest, probably crawling with rogues.
She flexed her claws and they shot out. "I’m not having any more breakdowns. If those rogues come, I kill."
Looking around, she found a small lake in the middle of a gathering of trees. She walked to the middle, looking at the strange tree formation.
Quickly, she washed off the blood on her limbs and face. She tore out parts of the dress that was blood stained and left only the parts that covered her body.
It was a long dress anyway, all she did was reshaping and redesigning. A sigh left her as she remembered the events of the day.
It closely reminded her of the day of the raid and she didn’t like it. "That’s why I was breaking down, huh?"
The screams of those Lycans she killed, their low grunts as life left them, she tried to unhear it but it sounded like the screams around her when Stefan attacked.
Was she now like Stefan? A murderer?
"Stefan is a murderer, he killed innocents. What you did was self defense. I can’t believe you’re overthinking this. You won’t kill if they didn’t deserve to die." Elma scolded.