Just as a Quiet Funeral Procession Was Moving Slowly Through a Small Colorado Town and Mourners Believed the Day Would Pass Without Incident, a Heavily Tattooed Biker Suddenly Rode Into the Road, Forced the Hearse to Stop, and Claimed the Person Inside the Coffin Could Not Possibly Be Dead for a Reason No One Yet Understood

Instead, he walked toward the rear of the hearse, eyes locked on the coffin visible through the tinted glass.

In his hand was a thin leather cord holding a small silver charm shaped like a crescent moon.

He raised it slowly toward the window.

Sunlight struck the metal.

And something in his expression shifted — recognition mixed with dread.