Snake knocked sharply, the kind of knock that brooked no delay. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing a man whose face mirrored none of the shame or guilt that his actions warranted. But before the man could utter a word, Snake’s fist connected with his jaw, delivering a justice long overdue.

The Wolves moved swiftly, making their way through the house, finding the basement door and descending into the darkness. There, they found Emma’s mother, unconscious but alive, her breaths shallow but present. Snake carried her out, his heart heavy with the realization of how close they had come to a tragedy.

The sun was beginning to rise as they rode back, Emma’s mother safely on the mend, Emma herself cradled in Snake’s arms, finally at ease. The Iron Wolves had brought light to a dark corner of their town, and as the new day dawned, the message was clear: no one harms those they protect and gets away with it.

Emma had found her heroes, and the town had found its reckoning.