Energy spikes through my blood as we travel the winding roads. I feel alive. Theres nothing left of the frightened young woman who clung to King on the back of his bike, holding on to a man she didnt trust. That man, beside me now, is the reason Im an entirely different person. My hands open and close on the motorbikes handlebars in anticipation of the coming fight. Hellhounds are one thing, but humans are the real enemythinking, plotting, murdering humans. Bloodlust fills me. Ill kill them all.
We hit the city and weave through the winding side streets at breakneck speed. I love the powerful rumble between my thighs, the tilt of the bike when I take corners, and the feel of wind against my face. Who knew I would turn into a biker chick?