Chapter 22

Author's POV： The Silver Bullet raced through the night, its engine roaring like a beast unleashed upon the track. No one in the crowd knew that Victoria Lancaster sat behind the wheel, her golden hair tied back tightly against her scalp, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. Victoria's piercing eyes were fixed on the car ahead, where a professional racer was deliberately kicking up clouds of exhaust, creating a wall of smoke that obscured the path. It was a dirty tactic that had forced most competitors to slow down, unwilling to risk a crash at such high speeds. But Victoria wasn't most people. Her wolf, Nora, growled contentedly inside her, thriving on the adrenaline that pumped through their veins. Where others saw danger, they scented opportunity. "He thinks he can intimidate us," Victoria whispered to herself, the corner of her mouth lifting in a half-smile. "Little does he know who he's dealing with." She was essentially driving at breakneck speed through fog, una