I had a strange dream about Liam last night, but as I woke up, the details slipped away like sand. My eyes shot open in shock. The peaceful training field that used to calm me was now filled with loud engine noises. Sleep felt far away. I quickly sat up and looked at the clock—it was seven o’clock.
“I overslept,” I said to myself as I got up. I opened the garage door and felt my heart sink. The place was buzzing with activity as racers got their shiny bikes ready for training. I used to be one of them, enjoying the thrill of the races. Now, that excitement felt like a distant memory, replaced by a heavy sadness in my chest.
The shiny bikes sparkled in the sunlight—amazing machines that only rich werewolves could afford. As I looked around, the bright colours and polished surfaces felt so
