Wyatt POV
-10+ years later-
"Turn left," Misty said urgently, her voice barely audible over the screeching of our car tires as I expertly navigated a sharp turn. The sound of the engine revving filled the air as we zoomed down the road, the wind rushing past us.
"Faster!" she demanded. I glanced at, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"We're going as fast as we can, love," I reassured her, my grip on the steering wheel tightening.
"Well, you gotta go faster," she insisted, her voice laced with determination. As we screeched around another turn, the scent of burning rubber filled the car, mingling with the faint smell of adrenaline.
"You know that damn wolf is lucky he has us, even if he hates our guts," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice. Our contract with the wolf king no
