Chapter 13: Lucas' care

Dessy

Releasing from Lucas' grip, Lira fled with her shifter-witches friends. Lucas was left standing with his fist clenched in the air. He growled closer to me, calling my name, "Dessy."

As he removing the rope in my hands from the tree branch, the gasp escaped my mouth. I couldn't help but stare at the veins forming on his forehead due to anger. He groaned, "I think you need to hide from Adam until you get your wolf out."

I want to tell him to help me with that but they are friends, is there any chance of that to happen? But based on what I see now, the combination of black and green color of his eyes, it's enveloped in rage, ready to attack his prey to devour. It just proves that he doesn't want to see me perish.

I appreciated the anger he had for what happened to me. I just want to know why he is always like this that every time I was in danger he was always there to save me.

He caught me when my hands released from the rope; I couldn't get on my feet, no matter how hard I tried.