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His scumbags were already saddling their iron horses and gradually leaving the cottage. Somehow I did not think that Alyosha would take the car, and when the wolfhound handed me a motorcycle helmet, I felt a new attack of nausea. A long road in close proximity to him on his sports bike did not inspire confidence in me, but I also did not smile at wasting time on tickets and trains. Of two evils, as they say.

One might say no one could be so proud. The little girl was about to cry, but the professor put his hand on her shoulder and reassured her with the following words: “Miss Elizabeth, you should never be bothered by wicked remarks. And you ... I tell you she is right and I t-t-tell you why. This mouse is not an o-o-ordinary one, it is the f-f-fire mouse. And after he is killed by the v-v-viper, he has one last we-we-weapon. When swallowed by the s-s-snake, it k-k-kills the snake too.”

“This war is almost completely over, baby. Just hold on a little longer.” Then, he turned his back on me, walked down the stairs, and he was completely gone. I stood frozen on the porch and watched as thirty powerful motorcycles roared loudly out of the open iron gates in a tight, perfect riding formation. They disappeared onto the dark highway like a pack of black shadows running into the night woods. The loud sound of their roaring engines slowly faded out into the distant air, leaving behind nothing but a heavy, suffocating silence and the frantic, loud beating of my own terrified heart.

A white cotton mouse crept up the hem of her mink-gray cloak until it had reached her shoulder. "Must I do everything myself?" The woman coiled her fist, squashing the flames, and lifted her hand to where the mouse was. After the familiar rodent climbed into her palm, she petted his small white head. “It’s okay, Fleck.” She spoke calmly to her mouse as it squeaked back to her, whiskers twitching. “Things are just getting started.” - -

That sneaky devil didn’t even bother saying goodbye. Her eyes widened in awe as she spotted a black motorcycle with electric blue stripes. Ah! She had always dreamed of riding one of these. “Shall we?” He sat on the bike and offered her a helmet. A mixture of butterflies and excitement swirled in Myla’s stomach. She coughed, trying to hide her flustered state, and carefully positioned herself behind him, making sure not to touch him. With a sudden jerk, the motorcycle roared to life, and instinctively, she latched onto him. He chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction.

“Anything with an engine, we can tow, fix or build.” I nodded. “And you said ‘club.’ I’m assuming it’s not a sewing club, right?” Booker smiled. “Motorcycle club.” I stopped. It took him a minute to realize I was no longer beside him, which gave me a partial view of the back of his jacket. Dogs of something. Dogs of Wonder? No, that wouldn’t be right… a badass motorcycle guy wouldn’t have Dogs of Wonder on the back of his jacket. Well, crap! He walked back toward me. “You okay?”

Revving up again, the sound alerted Zach as I overtook him, guiding the motorcycle with practiced ease, swerving through slight traffic, and accelerating on free roads. She opened her helmet. “It’s beautiful,” her voice barely audible over the gentle night breeze. A wide grin played on my lips as the streets witnessed the connection we shared. I sped up, not noticing when we entered a slippery road. My chest tightened as the motorcycle suddenly lost traction, tipping sideways and sliding along the road surface. Fear gripped me, not for myself but for Binky. Panic surged through me, but this wasn’t the time. I had to save her, even if it meant risking my life.

~Alpha Dax~ Dax inhaled that lovely peony scent. It was romantic and relaxing, and it improved his mood. He knew it was that silly Omega again. He knew she was a mute. But he couldn't have a mute for a mate. His wolf, Daniel, urged him to go and find her. "Let's claim our mate, Dax," Daniel growled at him, stepping forward to shift and find that Omega. "No way! She is a mute. A mute cannot be my Luna." Dax rejected Daniel's offer. His wolf growled at him.

I climbed on the bike, putting on my helmet before starting it, listening to the roar of the engine with a small smile on my face. It wasn't long before I reached the place where Rose was still stuck in a small argument with the sorority girls, her expression was one of pure boredom, although she forced a smile now and then. All of their attention turned to me as I approached with my motorcycle, stopping next to them. " Are you kidding that you have a Harley Davidson?” The black girl from before didn't hide her surprise. " Girl, it looks like your ride just got even more exciting," Audrey teased Rose, not noticing her friend's discomfort at this insinuation.

"There's a difference. After everything, it would be reckless not to be." "Christian, we can't live in fear forever," I said softly. "At some point we have to trust that—" The deafening roar of a motorcycle engine cut me off. I turned instinctively, just in time to see the blinding headlight tearing toward us—too fast, too direct, swerving off the street and onto the sidewalk.