Lucas' POV
"You can't kill all the rogues." Both Lucian and my wolf said in one voice.
Fucking rogues. They're like cockroaches.
"They've brought me way too many troubles. It's like whack-a-mole. When you solve one problem, the others just keep popping up. We're moving to the fucking South next year. I hate keeping an eye behind my back all the time. We'll be fucking fighting enemies in front and rear."
Lucian said, "How about not killing the rogues and trying to look for the cure for this disease? If you help them, they'll owe you a great favor. People intend to cause less trouble to their savior instead of the killer. You'll be a benevolent prince in their eyes instead of a demonic creature."
I didn't give a shit about pretending to be a fucking doe-eyed prince.
I am who I am. You either yield to me or die in front of me.
"Only dead people won't be able to cause any trouble to me. They'll thank me for ending their miserable cowardly lives. Trust me. They're rouges. They understand." I said.
"Finn, this is the time for you to say something," Lucian said.
My wolf paused a few seconds and asked, "Does this plague have anything to do with the vampire?"
"We're not sure, but I can hardly see the relevance. Vampires drain people's blood. This plague drains people's flesh," Lucian said.
"I saw that fucking vampire killing the hunter in the cottage this morning. It was fucking sick. I really should have ripped his heart out. Such nasty creatures aren't supposed to exist on earth." I said.
"I understand that killing is the answer to everything for you. But to kill random creatures just because you don't like the way they eat? This is the new low for you." Finn said.
"He's fucking drinking a person's blood for a living! He drinks blood like sipping tomato juice out of a fucking hUman-shaped juice sack!" I shouted.
"And you munch like a dog. Let's call it even." my wolf said.
Lucian cleared his throat and asked, "What's the deal with this particular vampire, Finn?"
My wolf answered, "I'm not sure. The only thing I'm sure of is that he isn't supposed to attack random people in the middle of the day. Vampires are highly disciplined creatures. They hide during the day and lurk around at night. They only kill people once or twice a year. That's why people barely notice their existence."
"That fucking morbid son of bitch is fucking insane. I could see the madness in his eyes. He's a fucking lunatic moving corpse. That's what he is." I said.
"His description is of bad taste, as always, but it's accurate," my wolf said.
"I'm glad that you two boys have finally agreed to something. I'll send some people to investigate his case and keep you updated. Meanwhile, please behave, Finn," Lucian sounded pleased.
"What are you wearing now, Lucian?" My wolf asked with amusement.
"Fuck off, Finn," Lucian said and cut off our mindlink.
"Your Beta is sassy. But he has no sense of humor," my wolf said and jumped into the woods.
A giant fat black hog was striding in a clearing.
"Let's catch that fucking hog. Do it quickly. I've got something to do when I go back to the cottage." I said impatiently.
My wolf felt my urgent need for fuck and said, "Can't you control your dick? Why don't you leave that poor warlock alone? How about going back to the camp and fucking a slave girl instead? You can make your Gamma's day as well."
I was irritated.
"I'll go back to the camp later the day. That fucking warlock's my fuck toy. I've bought him for only one reason," I said.
My wolf said, "Technically speaking, you haven't bought him, because you didn't pay."
I ignored his provocation and said, "He's my fucking possession. I've done enough argument for today. Now I just need a good fuck. Let him get ready for me."
"You make me sick." Having said that, he rushed at a boar from behind and took a bite on its neck.
The fucking hog didn't even realize what had happened before he dropped dead on the ground.
Looking at his twitching legs, I felt so annoyed.
My wolf took another bite on his neck to end his misery.
Fucking useless lifeless pig. Fucking ugly inferior creatures.
The thrill of killing was too brief. I didn't even manage to grasp it before it was gone.
I'm a very excitable person. It's a good thing.
But the only problem is that I get bored really easily.
Ever since I fucked that she-wolf, the frequency of getting bored was getting intense at an alarming rate.
I have to get her real name and reject her. Then, I'll crush her tinny little body under mine and fuck her brain out before strangling her life out of her fucking skinny body. I'll watch the light of life in her eyes slowly dimming and disappearing in front of me. I'll see her limbs dangling down on the sides of her body like the fucking reeds uprooted in a fucking storm. I'll be inside of her, feeling the warmth of her womb cooling down.
Then, hopefully, I'll get a brief moment of thrill. The heart-shaped void in my chest will be temporarily filled with an innocent soul of a fucking hopeless girl.
As my wolf dragged the boar back to the cottage, I was a bit surprised by what I saw.
The once decrepit slum-like house was all cleaned and tidied up. There wasn't even a single piece of dust in the room and there was a pot of soup brewing in the furnace.
The little she-wolf was wearing a fucking white blouse that was barely covering her ass.
Fucking slut. I'll teach her about the dressing code later.
It seemed that she had just taken a shower or something. Her hair was moist, with water dripping down her fine neckline, through the leather collar, all the way down to her child-like breasts. Her naked legs and tiny feet were like delicate porcelain dolls.
When she saw my wolf, she stopped stirring the soup in the pot and flew to him like a little lark.
She wrapped her arms around my wolf's neck and kissed him all over.
"Finn! I miss you so much! I've gathered some mushrooms and beans nearby and I'm preparing you some mushroom and lentil soup! What you've got? A boar?! You can drop it outside next to the stream and I'll clean it up." She said while battering her long dense eyelashes.
"She's a keeper." My wolf said to me while licking her face.
"Whatever you say, Finn. I'll find a better cook for you after I kill her. Where's the warlock?" I asked.
"Darren? Where are you?" my wolf asked in his mind.
"Master, I'm here." A timid voice came from outside.
My wolf turned back and saw the fucking warlock rushing into the room.
He was wearing nothing except a pair of wet pants.
The fucking look of fear on his face turned me on immediately.
"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked.
"Master, I was drying some clothes outside..."
"Shut the fuck up and come with me," I commanded.
The warlock seemed to notice that something bad was on the way.
He looked panicked and said in a low voice in his mind, "Yes, Master. But how about Miss Lisa?"
"Do you want her to come and watch?" I asked.
"Sorry, Master," he whispered in his mind and said to the she-wolf, "Lisa, Master needs me to help him with something. Could you please stay here and wait for us?"
The she-wolf looked confused and said, "Where are you going?"
The warlock lowered his eyes and replied, "We won't go far away. Don't worry."
The she-wolf looked at my wolf and said, "Finn, please don't hurt Darren. He's my friend."
The warlock said, "Nobody is getting hurt, Lisa. Please don't go anywhere. It's very dangerous in the forest."
"Please take me with you." the she-wolf insisted.
"Tie her up in the room," I said to the warlock in my mind.
"Master, please... She won't go anywhere..." the warlock mumbled.
"Are you fucking deaf? Do what you've been told, you fucking idiot."