The werewolf cursed under her breath as her foot collided with the back tire of her alpha’s motorcycle – that he’d insisted on purchasing in the town. For what reason, Nancy wasn’t certain, but she was certain that she hated the damn thing. A low growl left her lips as she aimlessly beat the machine, delivering swift kicks in a rhythmic fashion. She didn’t come to a halt with her assault until she noticed someone watching her movements out of the corner of her eye. With a sigh, she didn’t bother to get a better look at her audience and instead inspected the dent she’d made in the frame. “Don’t worry about this. It’s, uh, it’s my bike. Although, I didn’t realise I had an audience.”
After a long day over at the shop, Graham was headed over to the bar in town to get a drink or two on his way home. His shirt was covered in grease stains and he was sure he probably smelt like gasoline by now. As he spotted the girl he watched in slight amusement wondering just what had ticked her off. “ What did that bike over do to you? “ he asked, with a grin. He nodded as he listened to her the amused grin still present on his features. “ Right... “ he replied.









