Conrad.

I finished speaking to Leah on the phone and strolled back into the living room, where Atlas and Skylar sat adjacent to each other. Their faces held worry, mirroring what I was feeling.

“Is she okay?” Skylar asked, concern attached to her tone.

I nodded, “She'll be fine. I'm worried about her and Ridgewood pack members—my grandfather's warriors are ruthless, they won't hesitate to maim anyone that stands in their way. And I'm sure that dictator old man has asked them to ...