Maya must have dozed off on the couch because she woke to the sound of motorcycles. Loud engines getting closer. Her heart skipped as she ran to the window.

Headlights filled the parking lot as bikes pulled in one after the other. Maya counted them desperate to see familiar faces. One. Two. Three. Ten. Fifteen. Everyone was back. Nobody was missing.

The front door burst open and Iron Wolves poured in looking exhausted but alive. Maya scanned faces slowly and attentively looking for one ...