A.C
Aila groaned. Why did she leave her initials? She was on the damned wanted list of the hunters. It wouldn't take the cops long to work out who A.C. was. Damn her blood lust!
At the time, Aila couldn't help herself. The threat to kill all of the hunters, those that were especially like Clint, had overruled any other thought process. The hunters were a secret organisation; she assumed they would be the ones to clean up the mess and read her little message. Now, she looked like a serial killer!
"I mean.. not wrong there either, really," Malia remarked snarkily.
"Oh, shush!" Aila groaned aloud.
It was the worst possible timing. Once they acquired her identity, she really was going to be the 'poster child', her face on the news everywhere.
