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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 v
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