LOGINAliceThe engine starts to sound wrong.At first, it is just a slight change under me, something subtle enough that I almost ignore it, but then it drags again, the vibration shifting through the frame into my hands, and I feel it clearly this time.“Don’t do this now,” I mutter, tightening my grip as I push the throttle again.The bike responds, but not cleanly.There is a delay.A strain.The kind that tells me it is already past what it should be handling.I lean forward anyway, forcing more out of it as the path stretches ahead, uneven ground still coming at me fast enough that I need to keep control while pushing speed.Behind me, Micah does not slow.I can hear him clearly now, his engine steady in a way mine is not, controlled, consistent, like he has all the time in the world to keep up with me.“Yeah, keep going,” I murmur under my breath, more to myself than him, as I adjust my balance slightly when the bike dips over a shallow ridge.Pain pulls harder at my side, sharper no
RyderI feel something sharp enough to make my grip tighten instantly as a wave of pain cuts through my chest like it does not belong to me.I grit my teeth and lean forward on the bike, pushing the throttle without thinking twice.“Alice…” I breathe out, my voice rough as the sensation lingers just long enough to leave my chest tight.She is hurt.I feel it.The engine roars louder as I push deeper, the path ahead blurring slightly at the edges from speed, but I keep control, my focus locked in despite the way the bond flickers again.The terrain shifts under me again, rough patches forcing the tires to adjust, but I do not ease off. My hands stay firm on the handle, my body leaning into the movement as I ride through it.Branches snap under the tires as I cut through a narrower stretch, the sound loud but meaningless compared to what I am listening for.Then, something else reaches me.Faint at first.A sound that does not belong to the forest.I tilt my head slightly, my focus shar
AliceThe bike rattles under me as the ground shifts again, the tires hitting loose gravel before catching on a harder stretch, and I adjust my grip without thinking, my fingers tightening around the handle as I push the throttle a little more despite the way the engine already sounds like it is working past what it should.The sound of his bike cuts through everything, steady, controlled, not losing distance the way I want it to. I angle slightly to the left, guiding my bike into a narrower path that cuts between thicker trees, branches hanging lower here, forcing me to duck slightly as I push through.“Let’s see if you keep up with this,” I mutter under my breath, leaning forward as I increase speed just enough to make the turn tighter.The path narrows more than I expect, the space between trees closing in, and I adjust fast, shifting my weight to keep the bike steady as the handle nearly clips bark on one side. The branch scrapes my shoulder as I pass, the sting sharp but brief co
RyderI push the bike harder the moment the bond flickers again.I lean forward slightly, tightening my grip on the handle as the engine roars louder beneath me, the sound cutting through the trees as I ride deeper into territory I should not be this comfortable entering.The air shifts as I cross further in, the scent hitting me first before anything else, sharp and unfamiliar, layered with too many wolves in one place. My jaw tightens, my focus narrowing as I push through it, letting instinct take over where caution would normally step in.“Yeah, I know where I am,” I mutter under my breath, my voice rough against the wind, as if the territory itself needs the reminder that I am not here by mistake.My grip tightens.“Alice…” I breathe out, not loud, but enough that the name settles in my chest with weight.Something is wrong.That much is obvious.The connection is not stable, and that alone is enough to set my nerves on edge, but it is the way it keeps dragging me forward that mak
AliceJust a shift in my vision when Micah steps in again, I see my bike and I turn with him, my gaze cutting past his shoulder, and there it is, half down in the dirt where it must have gone over earlier, the handle slightly twisted, one side scraped but still intact enough to run.My chest tightens, not from the pain this time but from the possibility.That is my way out.Micah moves closer, cutting off the space I barely created, his attention locked on me, his body angled to keep me where he wants me.I keep my face steady, forcing my breathing to stay even despite the ache in my side, my fingers tightening around the knife while my mind shifts completely.I should find a way to leave.“You’re looking around too much,” he remarks, stepping into my space again, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he already knows something has changed.I shrug one shoulder like it does not matter, even though the movement pulls at my ribs. “Just checking how many idiots you brought with you,” I mutte
AliceI move first.No warning, no hesitation, I close the distance before he settles, my boots cutting through the dirt as I drive straight at him, knife angled low, aiming for his side where his guard dips just enough to matter.Micah reacts fast, his hand snapping out to catch my wrist mid-swing, his grip locking tight as he twists my arm outward, forcing the blade off course.I step into him instead of pulling away, my shoulder slamming into his chest with enough force to shift him back a fraction, his balance adjusting under me.His other hand comes up instantly and drives into my side.The hit lands clean.Pain spreads sharp and deep, my breath catching, but I refuse to fold. I hook my leg behind his and shove forward, trying to drag him off balance and break his stance.He stabilizes, boots grinding into the dirt, his grip tightening as he absorbs it without losing control.“Stay down,” he mutters, his voice low and steady.I force air back into my lungs, my grip tightening aro
AliceDarkness wraps around me thick and heavy, the kind that presses on your chest and makes every breath feel like work. I float in it, weightless, no up or down, no edges to grab. Time doesn't move right here. It stretches and snaps back without warning. I try to open my eyes, but nothing happen
NovaAs Reign leaves the room I let the door click shut behind him and then I smile. A real one, slow and satisfied, spreading across my face while I sit there on the edge of the bed with the towel still draped over my shoulders.He came. He actually came looking for me in the rain, tied my bike to
NovaI pull the door closed behind me as quietly as I can after stepping out of Reign’s room. The hallway feels colder than it did last night, and quieter too. My legs are still shaky from everything that happened, but I keep my chin up and start walking toward the stairs. Voices drift up from the
RyderThe music from downstairs keeps thumping right through the floorboards, steady and loud, making my skull vibrate every time the bass drops. I’ve never been this drunk in my entire life. Not even close. I’ve put away bottles that would knock most guys flat and still managed to ride straight th







