He rubs his knuckles, looking at the girl with a nervous glance. His family was made up of Hunters and of course his parents had sent him and his siblings to Beacon Hills to help destroy the Supernatural overpopulation. ( but aaron’s heart was always too soft for this life. ) “I don’t --” he swallows, feet shuffling, bow slung over his back without intent of reaching for it. “I really don’t want to fight.”
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