The low rumble of motorcycles broke the dawn silence like an omen. Dust lifted from the gravel road, streaking through the pale morning fog that crawled between the pines.
Ash stiffened the moment he heard the familiar growl of the Highway Demons’ engines. He’d know that sound anywhere...the rhythm of his own family, his own ghosts, closing in fast.
Cordelia stood near the edge of the clearing, her arms wrapped tight around herself. Her body was rigid, her face unreadable, though the tremor in her fingers betrayed the storm brewing inside her.
Two bikes emerged first... Blade and RT, both bruised and dust-streaked but grinning like wolves fresh from a fight.
“Couldn’t stay outta trouble, could you, brother?” Blade called as he swung off his bike. His usual smirk didn’t quite hide the w
