Each light was attached to the front of an open four-wheeled vehicle upon which a single rider sat, straddling the seat and holding on to handlebars. Most of the riders glanced at the five travelers noncommittally and kept going, heading toward the explosion. Five of the riders stopped. The five vehicles that had peeled away from the main group began to circle around them. Aiden began to morph, but Pippa grabbed his hand and motioned for him to stand down. One of the four-wheelers stopped right beside them, and the others stopped circling. The man who had stopped next to them was massive, well over six feet tall and wide as a door, rippling with muscles. His tattooed arms were as big as most men’s legs. The big man killed his engine and took off his helmet, revealing spiky blond hair. He hopped off his four-wheeler and approached Jack. He was carrying a large axe. “Are you and these kids all nuts?” he asked Jack. “What in the world are you doing out here in the middle of feral country?”
