Chapter 82 He Had Gone Out

• I step back, processing what’s going on here. Bobby whimpered and tried to fight back, but Ethan didn’t let go of him until he lost a lot of blood. My hands started to tremble, and my knees weakened, wanting to shout and curse at him for doing that to Bobby. He dropped the poor dog on the ground, lifeless, and started to take a step forward closer to my spot.
• “Ethan! Are you fucking sick or something?! Why did you-” then I stopped when I realized he was holding a knife. Ethan is holding a knife.
• Why would Ethan hold a knife and kill a dog he loves and treat him as his own son? The Ethan I know would use his claws and transform into his wolf form to kill his victim. I bit my tongue to control the outcry inside my head. I shook my head, wanting to get rid of the thought haunting me. This can’t be. Earlier, we were just talking about him, and Ethan comforted me. I was just stressed and needed a rest.