Chapter 222

Damien

My knuckles hit the punch bag over and over. 1

Raven won’t let me touch her when she’s on her period. Telling me it’s gross and disgusting and that if I tried touching her she would happily cut my dick off. 2

Between the two, I would rather keep my cock, so instead I burn my energy in the punch bags. 1

I pause as stuffing starts spewing from the splits in the bag. Taking it off its hook, I carry it over to the others that had already broken through. The lady that repairs them is going to hate me for all the work I’m providing her with. 2

As I hoist another bag onto my shoulder, a sharp pain spirals through my chest and almost has me doubled over, sucking the air from my lungs. “Raven!”

Dropping the bag, I charge across the grounds, ignoring the concerned looks from the other Wolves