"Aurora," Adrian's voice crackles through the phone still in my hand, warm and fond and alive. "Go win me that trophy,Tesoro. I'm rooting for you."
I grin from ear to ear, feeling lighter than I have in weeks, the weight of grief and uncertainty lifting off my shoulders like I'm shedding an old skin.
"Always do," I promise, and end the call.
The garage erupts in celebration behind me, but I'm already moving forward, helmet tucked under my arm, every cell in my body humming with purpose.
Outside, I can hear the crowd roaring, can feel the electricity in the air, can taste victory on my tongue like champagne not yet poured.
I have a championship to win.
A legacy to honor.
And an Alpha who's alive and waiting to see me cross that finish line first.
Game over.
I just won.
F.I.N
