Chapter 35

　　Lucas' POV 　　Fuck. 　　I enjoy hunting. It's the forth best thing I enjoy doing in the world, ranking closely next to fucking, drinking and cursing. 　　My wolf is a fucking killing machine. He is able to kill almost any fucking moving thing in this fucking 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 fucking rabbit. That she-wolf might throw it into a stew or something. I don't know. Do what you've been fucking 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 fucking rabbit heard his voice and sneaked away right under his nose. 　　OK. So my wolf is a very critical eater. He sometimes defies me and I can't do anything about it, because what do I know? I'm just a fucking voice blabbing in his head. 　　"What's the deal with that fucking vampire?" I asked him. 　　"Since when did you care about the va