FAZER LOGINDid you see how I clipped that final apex, Darcy? Tell me that did not look like a masterclass in rogue drifting."Ellis Ford marched straight up to me, his neon-green fluorescent helmet tucked proudly under one arm, his face beaming with the obnoxious, unfiltered confidence of a wolf who had just conquered the underworld.I did not blink. I stood beside the heavy titanium frame of the Ghost, my gaze cool and analytical as I pointed out the exact braking miscalculation he had made halfway through the northern straightaway. I broke down his lines, offering sharp, precise adjustments on how to manage wolf-core torque without blowing out his rear tire on a wet turn.Sliver Ravenscroft clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her dark eyes wide with unadulterated awe as she stared at me. "Darcy, even though you did not even touch a throttle during the heat, you are ten times more terrifying and brilliant than Ellis!"Ellis spun around, clutching his chest in mock offense. "Hey! W
"You call that a drift, Prescott? My pack's young pups handle a meat wagon better than that!" Ellis Ford shouts across the paddock, holding the heavy gold-plated keys of the grand prize bike high in the air.I lean my hips against the glass railing of the VIP viewing suite, my dark eyes watching Ellis gloat down on the tarmac. Callum Prescott stands rigid beside his red wolf-core racer, his chest heaving with suffocating humiliation as pack enforcers whisper behind his back.Piper Ashford claws frantically at Callum's uninjured arm, her face twisted in absolute fury over the lost prize."He really crushed him," Sliver murmurs beside me, her eyes shining with pure delight as she presses her palms against the glass. "Ellis is incredible."I offer a slow, dark smirk, resting my hands on the glass edge. Down on the ground, Callum's bloodshot eyes lock onto me through the reinforced glass. The pieces are finally clicking together in his stubborn, arrogant mind. He remembers Ellis shouting
"You call that drifting, Prescott? My grandmother handles a pack wagon better than that!"Brian Foster's loud, obnoxious voice echoed across the entire Apex Speedway paddock as he strode off the track, holding the heavy gold-plated keys of the five-million-dollar grand prize bike high in the air.I leaned back against the glass railing of the VIP suite, a slow, amused smile touching my lips as I watched Brian toss the keys from hand to hand. Down on the tarmac, Callum Prescott stood frozen beside his red racer, his chest heaving with suffocating humiliation as the surrounding pack enforcers whispered behind his back."He really crushed him," Sliver whispered, her eyes shining with pure delight as she pressed against the glass. "Brandon is going to lose his mind when he hears about this.""Brandon is the least of our problems right now," I murmured, my gaze shifting past Brian to where Callum was suddenly turning his head straight toward our VIP box.Callum's bloodshot eyes locked onto
Sliver's knuckles turned chalk-white as she squeezed the phone, her reddened eyes brimming with hot, frustrated tears. Her long fingernails dug deep into her palm, drawing tiny crescent moons of blood, though she did not even flinch.Before she could collapse under the weight of the humiliation, a warm, steady hand covered her trembling fingers.Sliver froze. Her small frame stiffened, and she slowly lifted her tear-filled gaze to meet mine. Her damp eyelashes made her look like a cornered animal caught in a hunter's snare.Before she could choke out a single word, I reached out, gently pressing a single gloved finger against her lips to silence her. I leaned down, bringing my mouth close to the receiver of her phone. My voice was calm, ice-cold, and entirely unbothered."Then you will do what?" I asked into the speaker.Sliver's breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribs. Staring up at my face close to hers, she forgot all about the angry wolf shouting on the other end of t
"So, Darcy, what do you think? My layout is top-tier, right?" Brian asked, shaking his vibrant hair back as he leaned against the glass railing of the VIP lounge.I set the silver-and-black helmet down on the velvet table, my eyes sweeping over the sprawling, perfectly engineered track spread out below us. The floodlights cast a harsh, electric glow across the asphalt grid, illuminating the high-speed curves and the brutal hairpin turns."It is well built," I murmured, my voice steady as my fingers traced the cool metal rim of the helmet. "You fixed every single flaw my old training circuit had.""Of course I did!" Brian grinned, flashing a bright, enthusiastic smile. "I modeled every foot of it after your old private grounds in Westmere. Since the Ghost is back in the open, shouldn't Skye announce her grand return to the underworld tonight?"Beside me, Sliver gasped, her eyes flying wide open as her hands shot up to cover her mouth. "Skye?! Wait... Darcy... are you really Skye?!"As
"Get out of the way before I break more than just your ribs."The roaring engine of a neon-blue Blackwood Range Rover shattered the tension in the alley. Tires screaming against the tarmac, the flashy vehicle executed a reckless, arrogant drift that scattered the surrounding crowd of pack enforcers and rogue gamblers like bowling pins.It planted itself squarely between Callum Prescott and me, its high beams flashing with aggressive hostility.The butterfly-wing doors swung upward in a fluid motion. Brian Foster jumped out with a flamboyant spin, wearing a neon-green leather jacket, wild-colored hair, and designer sunglasses pushed down the bridge of his nose. He struck a pose against the hood, radiating effortless chaos."Brian..." Callum hissed, his teeth grinding together as he glared at the grinning rogue heir.Brian adjusted his sunglasses with a single finger, flashing a wide, obnoxious smirk. "Well, well. Look who's causing a ruckus on my turf. If it isn't Mr. Prescott." He dra







