Chapter 22

　　Lucas’ POV 　　Fuck. 　　Here it comes again. 　　My wolf fucked up, I showed up and cleaned up the shit. 　　I shifted into myself. 　　“What the fuck have you done?” I asked my wolf. 　　There was no response. 　　Typical. 　　If passive—aggressive behavior was a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking kidding me?” I asked my wolf, “I let you out for less than a day, and this is what you’ve done?” 　　There was still no response. 　　“I’m talking to you. You fucking idiot.” This filthy piece of furry junk has already got on my nerves. 　　“I’v