Chapter 37

Lucas' POV

The interrogation room reeked of blood and sweat. The metallic scent clung to my skin as if it was trying to remind me of who I am-what I am. David was still slumped over in his chair, unconscious but alive. Wolves heal fast, but this particular wolf wouldn't be able to stand for a while. Not after what I'd done to him.

I looked down at my bloodstained hands, frowning slightly before rubbing them together as if I could erase the evidence of my cruelty. It was easy to lose myself in these moments, to become the monster everyone expected me to be. It came naturally, the rage, the violence.

But not today.

A soft knock at the door broke my thoughts. The sound was hesitant, as if the person on the other side wasn't sure whether they should disturb me or not.

"Aurelio," I called, knowing instinctively that it was him. He always knocked like that-polite but cautious.