Amara's POV
The night wind tore through my hair, whipping the long strands around me as Lucian pushed the throttle harder. His black motorcycle roared down the forest trail, slicing through the shadows under the half-moon glow. Trees towered on either side, while the pale light spilled across the damp earth and the Alpha’s board shoulders ahead of me.
I hold Lucian tighter, my arms wrapped around his solid frame as the road tilted upward. The climb was steep, but Lucian rode easily.
“Moonveil Ridge,” Lucian said over his shoulder, his deep voice cutting through the rushing wind. “ A sacred and beautiful place, Amy. You’ll love it there, dear.”
“Is that where…we’ll be training, Lucian?” I asked, my voice half lost in the engine’s growl.
“Yes, dear.”
A dozen questions race in my head,
