Chapter Nine

Skyler’s POV

As I finished consuming the last drop of my second bag of blood, my father made his way down the staircase. In a swift motion, I gathered the empty blood bags and concealed them within a garbage bag, carefully tucking it away in my workout bag. Time was of the essence, as we had to hurry for our training session.

"Feeling any better, sport?" Dad asks, tousling my hair with a grin.

"DAD! What on earth possessed you to do that?" I grumble, my frustration evident as I desperately attempt to rectify the situation. While he stands there, amused, his laughter filling the room.

"Let's do this!" I exclaim, leaping out of my seat as we make a beeline for the front door.

Before going on our journey to Uncle Neo's pack lands, we take extra precautions to ensure the front door is firmly closed, prioritizing safety and practicality. Once we are comfortably settled inside the jeep, I waste no time in turning on the music, filling the air with the captivating melodies of timeless G