Serena's POV
Since I had no choice, I needed to take the motorcycle, though it could hardly be called one.
After the old werewolf wished me good luck, he patted my shoulder. "Don't forget, young lady, there are always other options," he said before leaving me there. I watched him limp back to his little house and sighed. He was right; there were always other ways to solve problems, but those alternatives took time, and that was what Cecilia lacked.
"Come on, Serena," I told myself as I walked over to the old, worn motorcycle. Part of it was rusty, and when I put my weight on it to see if it would fall apart, I had to admit that it could handle the race—at least the body. I checked the worn tyre patterns, but they were almost gone. I had no idea when this old vehicle had last had new t
