The Wolf Prince And His Bodyguard

(Third Person POV) "WHY left the hotel's room, Prince Killian? Where's Mr. Smith?" While wiping the blood in his hands with wet tissue, Venom asked the prince. He was informed that his subject is a multi-lengua so he was as sure as hell the royal blood could understand simple questionings. The prince combed his long damp hair with his fingers and shifted on his seat. Venom darted his eyes on him and he found traces of discomfort on his face. The prince is a werewolf but with his thin frame, it's easy to tell what's troubling him. "What? You're cold?" Venom sarcastically rasped before he threw the trash in his hand out of the window, reached for the coat at the back of his car, and roughly tossed it to the prince. "Royals!" He shook his head, turned the engine of the vehicle to life, and drove off. On the flip side, Prince Killian calmly breathed the scent of the coat and covered the upper part of his body. He then leaned back and pinned his ga

(Third Person POV)   SMITH'S resthouse came off to be an old ancestral house. If not for the new blue Audi at the parking lot, giving a sign that someone was inside, no one would dare to stop by the place in the middle of the night for the whole yard seemed haunted.   Venom leaped out of the car first. He went to Killian's side and opened the door. His highness promptly but with elegance got off wearing his bodyguard's black hoodie and grey sweatpants. Using a pen he saw in the dashboard, he rolled his hair up in a bun with a few strands cascading to the side of his face.  As Killian straightened his body, Venom realized his height almost reached his. He might be only two inches taller which is quite impressive for no one in Blood Moon is

DUE to stressed acceleration, Venom's car languished in handling the high level of friction resulting in a tire blowout. Gripping the steering wheel tightly whilst sensing the frantic jerking motion of the vehicle, he hastily pulled to the side of the narrow route to prevent further mishap. As the engine tardily ceased its remarkable feat, Venom released a pointed audible exhalation and uttered a muffled cuss. Blood Moon was just an hour and a half away, and if he only slowed down a little after Reese's men stopped hounding their tails, they'd be there in a few winks.In brisk succession, he turned his head left and right, lamenting his dereliction. Carelessness is a dreadful mistake for a bodyguard tasked with protecting a royal bloodline nonetheless, he procrastinated on evaluating his error for at that point, reaching Blood Moon quickly was critical.Venom swiveled around and faced Prince Killian, who was resting his head against the window and looking through h

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

THE SKY WAS A SAPPHIRE BRINE SPLATTERED WITH FEATHERY WHITE CLOUDS, and the sunbeams radiated brilliantly on the eastern land, particularly the Blood Moon pack, heightening the mood of every shifter prowling around it.The weather was ideal for outdoor activities; ergo Venom organized a new level of combat training for the pack warriors. "Get the fuck up!" Wearing an impassive expression, he barked to his trainees, who were on the ground clutching the parts of their bodies that had been injured during the early brutal activity.He could still recognize the brave shitheads who had attacked him in the forest and brought him to the detention unit. He'd been awake all night thinking about what he could do to those rascals. They must have known better than to mess with an alpha blood. "Fall in!" Venom commanded in a louder and thicker voice, taking gradual strides in front of them.In the blink of an eye, the trainees obtained perfect alignment amidst their affli