Chapter 22
Lucas’ POV
Fuck.
Here it comes again.
My wolf f****d up, I showed up and cleaned up the s**t.
I shifted into myself.
“What the f**k have you done?” I asked my wolf.
There was no response.
Typical.
If passive—aggressive behavior was a f*****g competition, my wolf would be the champion of every single match.
Just as he had won every single fight in his life.
I got impatient.
I ripped off the red cobra’s head and threw it on the floor, letting his eyes stare at its own f*****g broken neck.
Fucking dog. Good for nothing. Can’t even kill a snake properly.
I lowered my head and looked down at the girl.
There was white foam coming out of her mouth.
Her eyes were bleeding.
Her arms and legs were twitching.
“Are you
