His pulse spiked as the reality of the situation slammed into him. A car was just ahead, a mere second away from a collision. The distance between them was closing too fast.
"Skrrtttt!"
Adrenaline surged through Noah's veins, and without a second thought, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hands moving with instinctive precision. His mind, once clouded by the flashback, snapped into sharp focus.
The tyres screeched against the asphalt as Noah jerked the wheel, the car spinning wildly. The sudden shriek of tyres against asphalt pierced the stillness of the night like a scream.
Noah's hands gripped the steering wheel with iron focus, his knuckles white, and his mind snapped into hyperawareness, pushing aside the haunting memory of the girl.
The car in front was too close, its taillights growing rapidly as the Lykan hurtled toward it. There was no room for hesitation—no room for fear.
