Third PersonCole checked his watch for the fourth time.They'd been standing at the Pack's formal reception point for over an hour — he, Aurora, and a half-dozen officials arranged in their best clothes. The afternoon sun had turned from pleasant to punishing.He kept replaying the morning. Layla and the strange woman moving in sync, slipping past the guards like it was a game they'd played since childhood. The meek girl who flinched at raised voices was gone.And the woman on the motorcycle. Covered in road grime, tangled hair. She'd looked at him the way wolves looked at sheep.But the motorcycle itself nagged at him. Something about its lines reminded him of a model he'd seen once in a collector's magazine. Only three made worldwide."Her friend's motorcycle was interesting," he said, testing.Aurora barely glanced up. "If it were really expensive, she wouldn't let it get covered in mud. It's probably a knockoff. And since when does Layla know anyone with money?"Cole chewed on tha
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