The roar of engines hits me first, rolling across the sand like a tidal wave, vibrating up through my feet and into my chest. I try to focus on the race, but my thoughts betray me. Calix’s cocky grin, the way he towers over everyone when he talks, the heat in his eyes—it’s all I can see. And then there’s Draven, his cold, burning stare piercing through the crowd straight at me. My chest tightens, my wolf pacing under my skin, whining at the tension I can’t untangle. The flag girl stands at the starting line, leg lifted, hand on the flag. Her voice carries over the engines: “Three… two… one!” The bikes roar forward, sand spraying behind their tires like fireworks. I cling to the railing, leaning forward, hair whipping across my face. The Ironclaws’ bikes thunder past, kicking sand and wind. Calix is in the lead immediately, weaving like he’s dancing with chaos, tires digging deep into the damp beach sand. My stomach twists with adrenaline and worry. He’s reckless. Too reckless. Every
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