Lucas' POV
"Fuck! Where's the fucking ring?! I saw she threw it on the floor, but where the fuck is it?!" I could feel the tremendous pain coming from the inside of my chest.
I had to put that fucking ring back on the fucking she-wolf's neck to stop the exasperating pain in my chest!
That's exactly why I fucking don't want a mate! They have fucking feelings! I thought to myself while crawling on the floor like a fucking dog.
I looked everywhere on the carpet. Nothing.
I lifted the fucking carpet and checked what was underneath. Nothing.
I looked under the bed. Nothing.
As I went through the trash bin, I heard my wolf's fucking voice in my head.
"What are you doing, Luke? You look like a dog when you bury your head inside a trash bin. Oh, I know! You must be looking for your future!" he gloated.
"Fuck you, Finn! Come on! Help me find the fucking ring! This pain in my chest is killing me!" I roared and kicked the trash bin upside down.
"That's called a pain in your heart. You've got a heart after all! What an extraordinary finding! How marvelous!" laughed Finn and he no longer hid his scorn.
"Haha, very funny! Now help me look for the fucking ring! I can't go to sleep with a persistent pain in my chest like this!"
"Well, technically speaking, if it was that painful, you may pass out. And when you pass out, you won't be able to feel anything anymore," he said.
I could imagine his shit-eating face and his shit-eating smirk on it. If he was standing in front of me, I would bash his fucking snout into a tree or something.
But the pain was so bad that I couldn't even concentrate on thinking straight.
I was so desperate that I started to go through the trash bin again.
"Oh, Luke. See how pathetic you are!" My wolf smacked his mouth and said. "Why don't you go to Lucian's tent and roll in pain like a dog in front of him and his lovely wife? He's a man of soft heart and I bet he would figure out where the ring is. As far as I know, he's an expert at finding lost items."
"No! I will not reach out first to him or anyone! Never!" I shouted in my mind.
"Why are you always overreacting to sensible and practical advice?" my wolf asked.
"Because I don't fucking apologize to anyone!" I said and dropped to the floor, feeling deflated and exhausted.
"This fucking pain is slowly driving me mad and it's all because of that fucking she-wolf!" I stared at the girl lying on the bed.
Without the block from the ring, I could feel whatever she was feeling.
And apparently, even when she passed out, she was still being bothered by some sort of nightmares and fear.
I should try to shake her and wake her up. Then, she might help me to look for the ring. I thought to myself.
"If you wake her up and she sees your pathetic face, she will feel even more miserable, which will make you feel more tortured," my wolf said.
"So what the fuck am I supposed to do?!" I asked.
"You should try to look for a ring."
"Finn, for fuck's sake."
"Don't worry. I'll help you to look for it. Where was the last time you saw it?" he asked.
"Finn, you're so a fucking fur ball of an asshole," I said.
"Come on, I'm just trying to use initiatives," he gloated.
Just when I was about to give up hope, I saw two fucking creatures with reptile heads standing at the entrance of my tent.
They were peeping into the tent with their fucking mouth slightly opened like two fucking idiots.
What's the point of peeping when their entire fucking heads were poking into the tent behind the curtain?!
"Oh, fuck it. Just when I thought I have seen it all. You're fucking kidding me. Now reptiles can walk upright like human beings? Is this fucking world going to an end?!" I covered my face and closed my eyes.
I secretly wished that it could be some sort of hallucination derived from the pain, and when I opened my eyes again, they would magically vanish like fucking soap bubbles in the air.
But when I opened my eyes again...
There they were, still standing there with fucking beady eyes and a retarded look on their fucking clueless faces.
Then, their dark eyes started to show some swirling red light.
"What the fuck?! Is this for real?! Fucking tuna heads with fucking disco light eyes?! I'm so fucking done with this world." I jumped up and shouted. "Soldiers! Come in right now! They are two fucking reptiles in my tent!"
No one came into the tent.
That's weird. There're always some soldiers around my tent and whenever I call them, they will walk inside. That's what I'm paying them for.
I looked out of the tent and saw some fucking soldiers walking like ducks in the yards.
I thought I got it wrong, but then they started to quack.
The confidence and pride they carried when they kept walking in a crouch or full squatting position made me feel that I was the odd one on earth.
Fuck it. This world is doomed. I thought to myself.
"They're two fishermen druids. They have hypnotized your soldiers. It seems that they want to tell you something," my wolf said in my mind.
"The druids? I thought that Leo had already killed all the druids!" I said.
"Leo has killed the bad traveling druids. These two tuna heads are just some minions. They wanted to hypnotize you, but they couldn't. Talk to them. Ask them what they want. They understand you," my wolf prompted me.
"What the fuck do you want?!" I walked towards them and asked.
They looked intimidated, but they didn't run away.
One of them slapped the other one's head. The one that got slapped covered his head and spat out a pool of sticky nasty liquid.
"Yuck! What the fuck are you doing in my tent?! You two fucking reptile heads just walk into my tent to spite in front of me. Are you fucking kidding me?!" I shouted at them.