Flying Death
Bruce asked.
“Well, that’s not really how it works for us. And if somebody takes a shot at me, I can’t let that stand. I’m clearly outnumbered, but once I have a gun things get a bit more even. But I mean, I can’t just kill another pack’s Alpha. It would be insanity right,” I say, making gestures with my hands.
“One would think,” Bruce says, as the crowd gets a bit rowdy.
I don’t like the fact that I am coming off as nonchalant about killing. Especially when the bastard had it really coming, but that doesn’t play well right now.
Bab Populer