Chapter 324\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vic swerved right, hard and deliberate, but Toetan had already heard the change bear\u2019s engine, had day see what was coming threads a dozen tiny signs normal people couldn i procese.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fourth position now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s reading them, Orion said, something like awe in his voice. He\u2019s reading all of them at once?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean? Sarah asked confused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery rider has tells, Derek explained, his eyes never leaving the track. \u201cThe way they lean before a turn, how they adjust for grip befor speeding up the sound their engine makes when they\u2019re about to shift. Most riders can maybe track one or two opponents at a fire. Tristan\u2019s tracking all six at once.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u00a0<\/p>\n
ended more than one racing career.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew because I\u2019ve been there, tasted how it felt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d 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\u00a0<\/p>\n
impact.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The six riders took it in a coordinated move designed to force Tristan into the wall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cole drifted wide on purpose, pushing him toward the inside while Marc sped up on Tristan\u2019s left, cutting off that escape route.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u2019t watch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t breathe. My hand pressed against my stomach, against the tiny lives growing there. The nausea rose in my throat and I thought I might\u00a0<\/p>\n
actually be sick.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sarah\u2019s hand found mine and squeezed, her grip almost painful.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He could do it, I kept muttering to myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the last possible second, the very last split second before impact, Tristan did something I\u2019d only seen him do once before.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stood up on the pegs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was insane, Suicidal. At that speed, in that turn, standing up should have thrown him off the bike immediately, but Tristan wasn\u2019t human, and his Alpha balance and strength let him do things that seemed to break physics.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u2019s back tire with maybe two inches of clearance on each side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crowd exploded into screaming chaos.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
1:24 pm P\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 324\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTHAT\u2019S MY BROTHER!\u201d Orion was yelling, and Sarah was laughing in disbelief beside him, her free hand clutching Orion\u2019s arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In\u2013law. Bestfriend.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to correct him, but I didn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was his sister, he\u2019s so carried away that he\u2019s forgetting who his sibling is.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What was wrong with me? This wasn\u2019t the first time he\u2019s referring to Tristan as his brother,\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I didn\u2019t have a problem before, so why did I now?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I breathed, and suddenly I was crying, tears streaming down my face because he was alive, he was okay, he\u2019d survived something that should have killed\u00a0<\/p>\n
him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My emotions hasn\u2019t been stable recently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s just getting started,\u201d Derek said, and there was something almost predatory in his smile. \u201cHe\u2019s been playing defense. Now he\u2019s going on offense.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But they weren\u2019t done with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Second lap and the coordination became more obvious, more desperate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were communicating somehow, hand signals maybe, or pre\u2013planned positions, working together with the single focus of keeping him contained.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey can\u2019t beat him,\u201d a voice in the crowd said, \u201cso they\u2019re trying to break him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMental warfare,\u201d another agreed. \u201cMake him frustrated, make him sloppy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Tristan wasn\u2019t getting frustrated. If anything, he seemed calmer, more focused, like the coordinated attacks were just information to be processed\u00a0<\/p>\n
and overcome.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They hit the debris section, old pipes, concrete chunks, scattered metal, and this is where local knowledge mattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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