Asher’s POV
It’s already getting darker and my family didn’t even leave a car behind for me to receive Hazel and wearing a shirt I can’t afford to shift and run to her house. Walking is not at all a problem but the time is just slipping away, making my chances of convincing my love even more difficult. But, thanks to my grandpa who gifted me the motorbike on my eighteenth birthday about which I almost forgot.
“Thank me, I made you remember about the motorbike,” Hunter said hearing me being ungrateful to him. Yeah, but I have to say he is very good at remembering things. “Okay now, stop adjusting your hair human, already you are looking very good.” He groaned making me raise my brows as he never ever even by mistake praises me.
Getting off the bike, “Finally wolfie, you accepted me as a
