Part 1: The Wolf Patch
The biker’s name was Dean.
And ten years ago, Rose had been everything to him.
She was the only person who could quiet the chaos inside him—the only one who saw past the leather, the scars, the reputation. With her, he wasn’t the man people feared. He was just a man who believed he could build something real.
Then one day, she vanished.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
Nothing.
Dean had searched until the road blurred and the nights turned hollow. Every town, every lead, every rumor—he chased them all until there was nothing left but silence.
And now…
A little girl stood in front of him in a roadside diner, clutching his vest with trembling hands.
Her eyes were wet, wide with fear.
And across the room, a man stood pretending to be her father.
“You’ve got the wrong idea,” the man said quickly, forcing a laugh that didn’t land.
Dean didn’t answer.
He just took one step forward.
That was enough.
Behind him, every biker in the diner rose in unison. Chairs scraped. Leather creaked. Boots hit the floor. No shouting. No threats. Just presence—heavy, controlled, unavoidable.
The little girl tightened her grip on Dean’s vest and whispered, “He said if I talked, he’d hurt my mom again.”
Something inside Dean snapped into something colder than rage.
His fists clenched slowly.
“Where is Rose?” he asked.
The man hesitated.
Dean stepped closer.
“Where is she?”
The man’s eyes flicked toward the window.
That was all it took.
Outside, one biker was already moving toward a rusted sedan parked near the gas pumps. Another followed. Seconds later, one of them came running back.
“There’s a woman in the back seat.”
Dean didn’t wait.
He ran.
