Chapter 23. The Edge of Wolves

The Ridge cracked its spine—and they were standing on the break.

Asphalt split, gravel tumbled into the black ravine, the sound swallowed by endless depth. Magnus’s bike tilted sideways, chrome screaming as it fought for balance. Axel and Riven skidded close, their wheels fishtailing inches from the drop.

The world was chaos—engines snarling, headlights swinging wild, Wolves shouting, rivals jeering. But all Riven could hear was the crunch of rock giving way beneath them.

“Axel!” she screamed, nails clawing into his jacket.

His eyes were steady, jaw clenched, every muscle straining. “Hold on!”

Magnus roared, arm shooting out, leather glove snapping tight around Axel’s bar.

“If I go down,” Magnus snarled, “you go with me.”

Steel ground against steel. Sparks screamed like fire raining sideways.

Axel fought the throttle, engine howling, but Magnus’s grip was iron, veins straining in the floodlight glare. The cliff crumbled under their tir