She looked at the dark, empty street. “If someone finds you… if someone kind…” The words died on her lips.

And then—
The silence shattered.

The deep growl of engines rolled through the snow, like thunder echoing off the frozen night. Ten motorcycles appeared from the distance, headlights slicing through the storm.

The leader, Cole Maddox, lifted his visor and shouted over the wind, “Stop! There’s someone there!”

The bikers skidded to a halt. One of them—a woman named Renee Vega—leapt from her bike and gasped. “Oh God, Cole! It’s a woman—and she’s got a baby!”

Cole dropped to his knees beside Lila. Her lips were blue, her skin pale as the snow beneath her. Her eyes flickered open just enough to see the man kneeling before her—a stranger with a leather jacket, a wolf emblem, and kind eyes she hadn’t expected.

“You’re safe now,” he said softly.