Lucas put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled loudly in frustration.
“I mean, genocide... seriously? Are these people mad or what?”
Despite his address to the pack recently, the anti-unity group was still active. Lucas had called a strategy meeting with Thomas and Dane to work out how they were going to make this little distraction go away, without actually following through on his threat to deal with them severely.
He wasn’t even sure what he’d meant by that. Wiping them all out would just fuel their claims in other people’s minds.
“Of course they’re mad, they’re from the Cape. We’re all mad as cut snakes,” chuckled Dane.
