Chapter 36
Lucas' POV
"You can't kill all the rogues." Both Lucian and my wolf said in one voice.
Fucking rogues. They're like cockroaches.
"They've brought me way too many troubles. It's like whack-a-mole. When you solve one problem, the others just keep popping up. We're moving to the f*****g South next year. I hate keeping an eye behind my back all the time. We'll be f*****g fighting enemies in front and rear."
Lucian said, "How about not killing the rogues and trying to look for the cure for this disease? If you help them, they'll owe you a great favor. People intend to cause less trouble to their savior instead of the killer. You'll be a benevolent prince in their eyes instead of a demonic creature."
I didn't give a s**t about pretending to be a f*****g doe-eye
