Conrad.

The wind whipped through my hair like icy claws as I rode the stolen bike faster up the rough mountain path. I'd swiped it from a shabby old garage on the edge of Ridgewood Town.

The rest of the pack had seemed calm, unbeknownst of the silent invasion that was going on in their stronghold. They all probably thought they were safe, -just like they were always- living their normal lives like they weren't soon about to be conquered by a dictator called Alpha of Maelstrom pack.

I ...