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I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

Cane shouted. I saw the rider launch a high-tensile wire across the width of the pipe, intending to clothesline Cane as he came around the next bank . "Lean low, Cane!" I screamed. I didn't brake. I accelerated, aiming the Ghost directly at the rider’s rear tire. I didn't hit him; I just got close enough to disrupt his air. As I swerved at the last second, I kicked out my heavy riding boot, catching the side of his fairing. It wasn't a hard hit, but at eighty miles an hour in a circular pipe, it was hard enough.

In this form, I felt the power I'd been denying for five years, the supernatural strength and speed that made me more than human. I ran through the desert, letting the wind carry away the stress and fear and impossible choices that weighed on my human heart. Out here, under the moon, I wasn't Ghost the outlaw or Kiera the runaway Luna. I was just a wolf, wild and free and answerable to no one. When I finally stopped, panting and exhilarated, I found myself at the edge of the motorcycle graveyard. The rusted bikes looked different through wolf eyes… less like failures and more like monuments to the journeys that had brought their riders to this place.

he smiled and turned almost immediately. Ghost groaned. That means he would have to be riding back with me. He mounted the bike and I mounted after him. “You better sit tight” his voice was low, whispered. He rode with speed, ending up right after Viper. The ride was smooth for a few more minutes until Viper began to lose grip of his bike. The bike started acting weird, going faster than intended. The tyres started fluctuating and looking at Ghost's face, I could see how worried he looked.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

“That’s a crime.” I laughed. “I’ll survive.” He watched me for a second, eyes narrowing slightly. “You okay? You look like you just won a fight.” “Something like that,” I said, smiling. “Let’s just say… I handled a ghost from the past.” Ryder raised a brow. “Should I be worried?” “Not even a little.” He chuckled, swung a leg over the bike, and held out his hand. “Then hop on, sweetheart. I feel like celebrating.”

Ribs stands by the silver blinds with his vein protruding arms crossed, harsh lines and deeply tanned skin from spending his life on the road, make him more of the formidable leader I know him to be. He gives me a chin lift as I walk into the room. River is beside Beggar with his fingers around her wrist checking her pulse. Killer is on my right by the single desk that is next to the mounted flat screen, eyes on his phone. His chain on his leather pants and rings are all back on his fingers. He never does anything serious with the jewelry on. Sometimes I think it is a shield, something he uses to try and distinguish The Ghost from himself. Beggar moves her bare foot on the orange and brown c

Even now as her body shook terribly, they made a mistake if they thought she was an easy target and she would show them. She let out a battle cry and launched herself at him, shocking him with the sudden change enough to give her a crucial second as a steel dagger flashed out from her leather pants and she slashed at the Ghost Rider's jugular. She staggered as her steel went right through and came out, as if the Rider was made entirely of smoke. She spun around and his hand seized her wrist, very much flesh and blood and she gaped. "There is no running from your destiny Shinay. Come with us."

Two minutes into the man's cigarette a black, luxury sedan which was very well looked after, pulls up and parks next to the sidewalk, right in front of the glass hotel doors. The man in the blue suit along with his entourage of five start moving forward towards the sedan. The man in the blue suit flicks his cigarette over the trunk of the sedan and watches it as it flies into the middle of the street, getting snuffed out by the tires of traffic. Even before the back door to the sedan is opened, the man in the blue suit abruptly comes to a halt. His head, unnaturally flings backwards as a little red dot appears in the middle of his forehead, sending a spray of red onto three of the men in his