Bab 36: Bad

The Vatican is covered head to toe in filth. Disgusting, purtrid filth. Maggots are only one half of how many grotesque things that have been added to his body. If I looked like that, I'd want to find a cure quickly. Even if it was ridiculous and meant me attempting to kill an innocent girl. 

That won't stop me from driving my hand into his neck. Just because he has those things rolling through his veins, and living larvae feasting of his flesh and the dead bird carcass. That's not a reason for me not to just kick his ass and send him to the afterlife.

His back is bent as he let's out a heavy battle cry. His body twitching as he fights to control his urges, to stay within the lines of humanity. 

The roar he released most likely woke a few of the pack members, but they have strict orders to stay in doors. Because I won't have the patience to explain jack shit to them if I find anyone in my presence. 

My arm swings first, smashing into the side of his head.