Chapter Eight

AN HOUR LATER, a worn-out simper flashed to the corners of Venom's lips as he passed into the Blood Moon wilderness while carrying the wolf prince on his back. For a brief moment, the whooshing sound produced by his quick movement and the friction of his jeans against the knee-length thickets sounded like a lullaby to his ears.

A yawn threatened to escape his mouth, but he quickly suppressed it and accelerated even more. Venom couldn't wait to get back to his cabin and sleep for he was exhausted from the shitstorm that had occurred overnight, which had sapped all of his energy.

Fighting a gang of assassins, dealing with Reese and his men, and dealing with the prince's eerie demeanor, reaching their pack free of mental illness and unscathed was far from what he had envisioned.

As a result, Venom mentally shook his head.

Perhaps an hour or two is all that is required for him to regenerate so that he can speak to his father about his resignation as the royal wolf p