All Chapters of Wish Granted: No Longer Your Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ella's POVHis short, chestnut hair was a little longer than when I'd last seen him a few years ago. He was dressed in head-to-toe black; his fitted shirt showed off his broad, sculpted back, powerful shoulders, and solid chest, while black jeans hugged his long legs. He looked sharp and strong.The scrawny man I remembered was gone, replaced by a guy who had spent years building his physique.His eyes held a sharp, focused intensity—forged over years of navigating racetracks and corporate boardrooms.But I recognized him instantly."Dylan!"He spotted me through the bustling crowd. We locked eyes for a split second before I rushed over and pulled him into a tight hug.His familiar scent brought back a flood of memories.Black markets, the garage where we modded cars, late-night highways, and the times we'd sit by the car passing a single bottle of water back and forth after a race.Dylan was the only person I could talk to during the hardest time of my life. To call him my soulmate w

Ella's POVDylan stayed quiet for a long moment before saying softly, "I know. But without you, I'd probably still think I was a human."I sighed inwardly. That was his most painful memory, and I never expected him to bring it up tonight.Dylan was born into the Pinewood Pack up north.Small and vulnerable, the pack was wedged tight between much larger territories owned by major packs. They didn't have the numbers, the resources, or a strong enough Alpha to hold their borders.Whenever neighboring packs brawled over land and hunting grounds, Pinewood rolled over. Even the rank-and-file members had learned early on to keep their heads down and do what they were told.Dylan's parents couldn't stand the thought of him being trapped there forever, so they smuggled him out of the territory when he was a boy.After that, they never breathed a word about werewolves, packs, or shifting. They kept him in the dark about his wolf half, hoping he'd grow up like a normal human, a million miles awa

Ella's POVOn the day of the exhibition race, I got to the track two hours early.The paddock was even louder than I remembered.Mechanics pushed tire carts down the crowded walkways, dodging engineers hurrying past with laptops. Out in the distance, the roar of engines pushed to their brink echoed off the pavement. The air was thick with the smell of motor oil, burning rubber, and hot metal. It had been so long since I'd felt this energy that even my wolf surged with excitement.Dylan was standing next to Corona, running through the final inspections."I fixed the turbo issue and set the suspension parameters back to your old preferences. But since you haven't raced professionally in five years, I made the rear-end settings a bit more conservative."I pulled on my driving gloves, shooting him a grin."Why? Afraid I'll crash?""I'm afraid you'll drive like a twenty-year-old on the first lap."I laughed and punched him li

Damien's POVI'd been hanging around the track entrance for almost twenty minutes.Pit crews hustled past while engines whined in the distance, but there was no sign of Nova.Footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor.A woman walked toward me in a black racing suit, carrying a helmet.I knew it the second I saw it—the dark shell, the gold star-track design, and Nova's official logo.I'd spent weeks hunting her down after her last race, and today, I was going to put a face to the mystery driver.She stepped out of the harsh backlight, though shadows still hid the top half of her face.Leaning back against the wall, I said, "You missed the scheduled pickup time for the cars, so I disposed of them."She stopped in her tracks."But I'm willing to give you one last shot today," I continued. "I'll pay you handsomely to train Chloe and get her ranked on the national circuit within three years."She s

Ella's POVThe second the hood flew up, my windshield went mostly dark.Dylan's voice crackled through my headset."Ella, get ready to pit! Your front view is blocked, so don't take any chances!"I didn't answer right away.Corona was still tearing through a high-speed section, and the two cars behind me were riding my bumper.Slamming the brakes now wouldn't just ruin this lap; the drivers behind me wouldn't have the time to dodge me.More importantly, I could still see the track.The crumpled hood killed my direct line of sight, but it didn't cover the edges of the windshield.I could still catch the boundary lines, guardrails, and brake markers flashing by in my periphery.Besides, I'd driven this circuit more times than I could count five years ago.Gearing up for that race, I'd been out here practicing eight or nine hours a day. I burned through so many sets of tires that I lost track.I still k