Molotov let out a little groan in pain and pulled back slightly, the rubbing alcohol making his wound ache and sting. He continued refusing to look at you while you cleaned his wounds.

He promised many times that he'd stop getting into unnecessary fights and every single time he did exactly the opposite.

"Don't look at me like that...I'm done letting those fucks mess with Nessie..."

This time he had fought with some other werewolves that were taunting one of his pack's members...