They thought threatening a single mother would be easy. When the Death Riders MC targeted Staff Sergeant Katherine Morgan's family, they had no idea they were going up against one of the military's deadliest K9 handlers. In the quiet town of Oakwater, Virginia, their attempt at intimidation would lead to an unprecedented manhunt – one where the hunters would become the hunted. Two military dogs, fifteen years of combat tracking experience, and a mother's determination were about to teach one of the East Coast's most dangerous motorcycle clubs a brutal lesson about picking the wrong target.
The morning frost still clung to the grass as Katherine Morgan ran her dogs through their morning routine. Rex, a Belgian Malinois with battle scars hidden beneath his fur, moved through the obstacle course with fluid precision. Shadow, a German Shepherd whose dark coat showed touches of gray around his muzzle, watched from his position, alert and focused despite his years.
Kate's trained eye caught every detail of Rex's movement, the way he anticipated commands before she gave them, the result of countless hours of training and three tours in Afghanistan. The K9 training facility she'd built after leaving the service wasn't just a business; it was a testament to everything she'd learned tracking high-value targets through some of the world's most dangerous territories.
"Hold position," she commanded, her voice carrying the quiet authority that had guided her military working dog teams through countless missions. Rex froze, muscles tense, waiting. From the porch of their house adjacent to the training yard, twelve-year-old Lily watched while finishing her breakfast, already dressed for school.
"Mom, can I help with training after school?" Lily called out, her inherited love for working with the dogs evident in her voice.
Kate smiled, about to respond, when both Rex and Shadow's ears perked up simultaneously. Their reaction made her pause, instincts honed by fifteen years of service kicking in. A motorcycle's rumble approached, too deep to be standard issue, the kind of custom work favored by certain groups.
"Inside, Lily," Kate said calmly, maintaining her casual demeanor while scanning the perimeter. "You'll be late for school."
The motorcycle appeared at the end of their long driveway, its rider wearing the distinctive leather cut of the Death Riders MC. Kate had noticed their presence growing in Oakwater over the past month, but this was the first time they'd come this close to her property. The rider slowed, studying the facility with too much interest to be casual observation.
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