It was the following morning and it was reported that Lucas had gone back to his pack, early that morning. Enoch and Dave were now in Damien's room as they scolded him for acting rashly, most especially Enoch.
The conflict was inevitable but they should have the upper hand at the least. The war was going to be too bloody now that Lucas had left. Only if they had been able to stop him from leaving, then they would have figured out a plan.
"It is fun," Damien answered, causing Enoch to hiss frustratedly.
"Told you he was the sick one, no one believed me." Rubbing an apple with his hand, Dave said and busted into laughter. He wasn't surprised about how things turned out, he was even surprised Lucas left with no bruises.
"Why didn't you guys fight?" Escalating the matter, Dave asked.
