On a late autumn afternoon outside Ashford, five-year-old Sophie Maren suddenly screamed for her mother to stop the car. Dressed in a sparkly princess gown, she thrashed in her seat, insisting a man “with a leather jacket and beard” was dying down the hill. Her mother, Helen, dismissed it—until Sophie ran toward the ridge.

Below lay a biker, bleeding beside a wrecked Harley. Sophie slid down, used her cardigan to apply pressure, and whispered, “Hold on. I’m not leaving. They told me you need twenty minutes.” She calmly cleared his airway, her actions far beyond her age.

When asked how she knew what to do, Sophie murmured, “Isla told me. In a dream.”

As medics arrived, a roar of motorcycles filled the air. The man—Jonas Keller—was a member of the Black Hounds. One biker froze, whispering, “Isla?” Isla Keller, Jonas’s daughter, had died years before. Sophie knew things only Isla could’ve known.

She saved Jonas’s life. Weeks later, she led him to a buried note written by Isla years earlier, predicting it all.

The Black Hounds took Sophie in as their own. Some called it coincidence. But Jonas believed: sometimes angels wear sequin dresses—and come with messages from the ones we’ve lost.

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