The next day, Ben returned alone. He demanded the gang stop harassing children. Their leader mocked him again, until Ben calmly rolled up his sleeve. The laughter stopped. On his arm was a faded wolf tattoo—the same symbol the gang wore.“I’m ‘Terrible Ben,’” he said. “I founded the Rabid Wolves decades ago to protect this town, not terrorize it. You’ve disgraced what we built.”
