Chapter 324
Vic swerved right, hard and deliberate, but Toetan had already heard the change bear’s engine, had day see what was coming threads a dozen tiny signs normal people couldn i procese.
He braked for maybe half a second, just enough to let Virs bike werp past what had been, then dot forward in the That poor coated.
Fourth position now.
“He’s reading them, Orion said, something like awe in his voice. He’s reading all of them at once?
“What do you mean? Sarah asked confused.
“Every rider has tells, Derek explained, his eyes never leaving the track. “The way they lean before a turn, how they adjust for grip befor speeding up the sound their engine makes when they’re about to shift. Most riders can maybe track one or two opponents at a fire. Tristan’s tracking all six at once.”
They went into the next turn and this is where it got really dangerous. The turn was tight, banked wrong, with a concrete wall on the inside that had
ended more than one racing career.
I knew because I’ve been there, tasted how it felt.
I’d seen a rider hit that wall months ago and the image still haunted me, the awful crunch of metal and bone, the way his bike had just disintegrated om
impact.
The six riders took it in a coordinated move designed to force Tristan into the wall.
Cole drifted wide on purpose, pushing him toward the inside while Marc sped up on Tristan’s left, cutting off that escape route.
Jensen stayed on his right, boxing him in, and the wall rushed toward them at seventy miles per hour. The crowd gasped, some people turning away because they couldn’t watch.
I couldn’t breathe. My hand pressed against my stomach, against the tiny lives growing there. The nausea rose in my throat and I thought I might
actually be sick.
Sarah’s hand found mine and squeezed, her grip almost painful.
He could do it, I kept muttering to myself.
At the last possible second, the very last split second before impact, Tristan did something I’d only seen him do once before.
He stood up on the pegs.
It was insane, Suicidal. At that speed, in that turn, standing up should have thrown him off the bike immediately, but Tristan wasn’t human, and his Alpha balance and strength let him do things that seemed to break physics.
Standing gave him a higher view, let him see the exact line he needed, and he leaned the bike over at an impossible angle, so low his knee scraped the pavement in a shower of sparks, threading between the wall and Cole’s back tire with maybe two inches of clearance on each side.
The crowd exploded into screaming chaos.
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Chapter 324
“THAT’S MY BROTHER!” Orion was yelling, and Sarah was laughing in disbelief beside him, her free hand clutching Orion’s arm.
In–law. Bestfriend.
I wanted to correct him, but I didn’t.
I was his sister, he’s so carried away that he’s forgetting who his sibling is.
What was wrong with me? This wasn’t the first time he’s referring to Tristan as his brother,
And I didn’t have a problem before, so why did I now?
I breathed, and suddenly I was crying, tears streaming down my face because he was alive, he was okay, he’d survived something that should have killed
him.
My emotions hasn’t been stable recently.
“He’s just getting started,” Derek said, and there was something almost predatory in his smile. “He’s been playing defense. Now he’s going on offense.”
But they weren’t done with him.
Second lap and the coordination became more obvious, more desperate.
Every time Tristan tried to pass, two riders would close ranks, and when he tried to brake and go around, someone would be there to block him.
They were communicating somehow, hand signals maybe, or pre–planned positions, working together with the single focus of keeping him contained.
“They can’t beat him,” a voice in the crowd said, “so they’re trying to break him.”
“Mental warfare,” another agreed. “Make him frustrated, make him sloppy.”
But Tristan wasn’t getting frustrated. If anything, he seemed calmer, more focused, like the coordinated attacks were just information to be processed
and overcome.
They hit the debris section, old pipes, concrete chunks, scattered metal, and this is where local knowledge mattered.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
