CHAPTER 108

Michael’s POV

Music was in full blast as people walked around in the games arena. Nothing major was going on.

The racing game of the Wolf Fest was about to begin. I could spot some wolves from other packs. Oh Jake. He sure went the extra mile to bring spectators to his own downfall.

I stood watching the crowd go wild as Hercules did some practice stunts. I was sure of him. It was Zen that was quite rusty with the wheels. Though Hercules rarely drove, he was indeed an excellent driver.

Meanwhile, Zen was the opposite. He was good; as of the time, we were still street racing. I just don’t know about his skills. I looked across and watched Zen stare at the car's staring wheels. He narrowed his eyes at the dashboard, as if to read something. I walked across to him.

“You know if you can’t do it, Hercules can,” he startled at my intrusion, but he quickly comported himself.

He chuckled. “Don't worry about me, your highness; I can take care of myself.”

I looked into his eyes, and I could see