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.
