Chapter 91

AUBREY'S POV The world spun in the most delicious way as I gripped the handlebars of Knox's Harley. The engine's vibration traveled through my entire body, and the night wind whipped my hair wildly behind me. Every sensation was heightened—the leather seat beneath me, the rumble of power between my legs, the solid warmth of Knox pressed against my back. "Slow down!" Knox shouted over the wind, his arms tightening around my waist. His concern only made me smile wider, the alcohol in my system transforming his worry into something thrilling rather than restrictive. The city stretched out before us, a maze of lights and possibilities. Street lamps streaked past like shooting stars, and the moon hung full and bright above, calling to my wolf. I felt invincible, unstoppable, free. This must have been what flying felt like. "Aubrey!" Knox's voice held a note of panic as two massive trucks appeared on either side of us, their metal bodies gleaming in the streetlights. The space between them n