Chapter 35
Lucas' POV
Fuck.
I enjoy hunting. It's the forth best thing I enjoy doing in the world, ranking closely next to f*****g, drinking and cursing.
My wolf is a f*****g killing machine. He is able to kill almost any f*****g moving thing in this f*****g world and whenever I ask him to kill, he has to obey my commands and...
"I don't want to kill a rabbit. They taste like paper," my wolf said.
"It's a f*****g rabbit. That she-wolf might throw it into a stew or something. I don't know. Do what you've been f*****g told," I grumbled.
"No. I don't like rabbits. I'll look for a boar or something. She needs something fattening." My wolf grunted. That f*****g rabbit heard his voice and sneaked away right under his nose.
OK. So my wolf is a very critical eater.
