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"Look, I'll report this to the police," I said.

Draven gave me a skeptical look, and I flashed him a reassuring smile. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that going to the sheriff's office would be completely pointless.

Justin had gotten away with worse, and his father always bailed him out of trouble.

Still, I didn't want Draven getting himself and me in trouble because of this.

"I still need to head home and change for work. I'll go to the station during lunch break. Can you give me a ride?" I asked.

Alpha shifters had a hard time saying no to requests, I recalled.

Draven nodded. "I can do that," he said. He hesitated. "Maybe I can help. I'll call a service to tow your car."

I was about to refuse, then realized the task might keep Draven occupied.

"Thanks, that would tick off one task from my list," I said.

We got back on Draven's motorcycle. The ride back to the trailer park was a silent one, save for me giving directions.

Things were going so well earlier. Just a short while ago, everything felt perfect—Draven and I were connecting, getting to know each other better.

But Justin's senseless act of vandalism had shattered that peaceful bubble, leaving me feeling frustrated and disheartened.

The roar of the motorcycle engine drowned out the thoughts racing through my mind.

I glanced sideways at Draven, noting the tense set of his jaw and the tight grip on the handlebars.

He seemed lost in his own thoughts, his golden eyes focused on the road ahead. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

He was probably felt guilty for losing control earlier. Did he regret revealing that side of himself to me?

Or was he simply angry—at Justin, and by extension, himself?

As we neared the trailer park, I wrestled with my own conflicting emotions.

Part of me wanted to confront Justin, to demand an explanation for his actions and hold him accountable for the damage he'd caused.

But another part of me feared the repercussions, worried that escalating the situation would only make things worse.

In the end, I decided to focus on what I could control—reporting the incident to the police and getting my car fixed.

After that? I could just focus on getting to know Draven better.

CHAPTER SIX

TOBIAS/ DRAVEN

TOBIAS

Once we arrived home, I handed Draven back his helmet, feeling a pang of reluctance as I didn't want our time together to end just yet.

"Don’t forget to head to the station and file a report about your car," Draven reminded me.

"I won’t," I assured him. "Draven, thank you for last night, for everything.”

Before he rode away, Draven surprised me with a parting kiss. The kiss was sweet and gentle, leaving me breathless as I watched him disappear into the distance.

I stood there for a moment, touching my lips and relishing the lingering warmth, before reality set back in.