BLAKE'S POV

After observing Bella's departure into her dormitory, I turned around and embarked on my journey back to where I had parked my car. The moment I settled behind the steering wheel, the vehicle roared to life, and I drove off to my favourite bar.

As I zoomed down the road, the voice of my inner companion, Drake, popped up, serving as a constant reminder of the twists and turns in my life as a werewolf. "Hey, Blake," Drake's telepathic voice echoed in my mind, blending smoothly with my thoughts. Even though I was concentrating on the road, I answered without saying a single word, thanks to our mental...