The convoy of twenty motorcycles glided to a synchronized halt, fanning out across all lanes of the highway with their headlights focused forward, forming a massive, illuminated wall of steel and iron that completely blocked oncoming traffic.
Chapter III: The Vow on the Asphalt
Silas kicked his stand down and dismounted into the driving rain. His heavy boots splashed through the standing water as he strode toward the trembling child.
Dropping to both knees on the wet asphalt, Silas brought his towering, tattooed frame down to eye level with Lily. His rugged, gray-bearded face softened completely, his voice deep, calm, and protective against the roar of the engines behind him:
"Sweetheart... why are you out here alone?"