Chapter Seven

THE dreary path grew bleaker for only a small portion of moonbeams passed through the thick branches of the ponderosa pines draping the entire niche. The crickets started chirping and the owl hooted audibly— enhancing the gloomy atmosphere yet there's no hint of apprehension in Venom Forcas' and Prince Killian's expressions as they were ambling their way to Blood Moon pack.

"Are we there yet, Forcas?" barely a twinkling later, the wolf prince asked.

Venom's sluggish gait abruptly came to a halt when he heard Prince Killian's question. He exhaled sharply, struggling to keep the growl in his throat at bay. They'd been walking for over two hours, and the prince had been asking him the same question every five minutes, deliberately devouring his galled nerves.

Venom wasn't sure if Prince Killian was deliberately inflaming his temper or if he simply couldn't shut his mouth for an hour.

"Annoying royal," he grunted inside of his head before he shook his head and proce