Killian's POV
I watched her nearly all day, captivated by her intense focus and determination. I didn't quite know why, but both my wolf and I felt an undeniable urge to keep an eye on her. There was something about her that went beyond her striking beauty; it was the fire in her spirit that drew me in. She wasn’t just any beautiful she-wolf; she embodied a fierce resolve to finish the race she had set her sights on, perhaps even win it. I had never witnessed such stubbornness before, and it left me both intrigued and inspired.
As I observed from a distance, I couldn’t help but marvel at the battered motorbike she was working on. It belonged to the scrap yard, a pitiful machine with seen-better-days parts and rust clinging to its frame. I had initially doubted it could function at all. B
