Conrad.

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“Walk,” the cocky man grunted, pushing me roughly through the prison corridor. My hands were bound and so were Leah's.

My plan was simple, or not quite; we would give Tegan what he always wanted—something to make Grandpa pleased with his sorry ass—and that would be the Pack Ledger which contained all of Ridgewood’s ancient laws, traditions, secrets and even the pack's general weakness, all to set the people of her pack free. She made herself sound weak and ...