Shianne took my hand.A flicker crossed her eyes—a crack in all that hard, cold steel.But I saw it.She rose to her full height, towering over me until I had to tip my chin back just to hold her gaze.“Can you ride?” I asked.“Yeah,” she said roughly. “I can ride.”I glanced past her to Garrett.He gave one short nod. Sharp. Approving.Then he stepped in beside her—broad shoulders, quiet authority—and for the first time, Shianne had to lift her chin to meet someone else’s gaze.Something unspoken passed between them.Respect. Assessment.Garrett motioned the others forward.That was all it took.The crowd closed in—bikers, wolves, staff—claps on the shoulder, rough hugs, nods of acceptance.No hesitation. No judgment.Just respect.Because Howlers wasn’t built for people like Korr.It was built for people like us—rejected, exiled, discarded.I stood there, watching them fold her in, knowing I’d made the right call.—Cade’s hand settled at the small of my back, warm and steady.“Come
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