“PLEASE DON’T LET HIM TAKE ME!”
The scream shattered the calm evening like breaking glass.
Ryan didn’t think. He leaned the bike sideways, blocking the road between the boy and the van. Engines roared down behind him as the others formed a protective barrier without needing instructions. Years of riding together had created instincts stronger than conversation.
The boy ran straight toward them, feet slapping against pavement, leaving faint streaks of blood behind him.
Doc was already off his bike, kneeling slowly.
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