LOGINConrad.Even as an Alpha, my knees hurt. That was only because I had been walking in slow motion while crouching inside the canopy of tall grasses for two hours straight. I was sweating like a goat about to be sacrificed. My spine felt like it was about to snap, and I was almost convinced a large boulder was laid upon my back.I didn’t transform into my wolf form. I couldn’t—for one simple reason: my scent would grow stronger and tracking me would become much easier. So yes, I was stuck as I was.But not to worry, the end of the wide grassy land was close. I could already spot a deep stream down ahead.Why was I doing this? Because I knew what was at stake. I knew the Malestrom warriors and I was aware of their capabilities. Their tracking prowess was one of the most efficient I had ever seen, all thanks to years of hunting down and conquering packs. It was practically the first lesson in their textbook.I dived headfirst into the river, feeling my back ease up instantly.“Ahh…” I sig
Conrad.I heaved a sigh, turning my head downward at the dark brown hardwood floor we were standing on. When I looked back up, Skylar’s eyes were still glued on me. She’s a stubborn one and I’ve always known that. That didn’t mean I’d always know how to outmaneuver her queries.“What exactly did you hear from Clyde?” I asked, resting my elbows upon my knees to watch her expression change.Tilting her head, she said, “What he said doesn’t really matter. It’s about the truth, and I want to know it.”I chuckled and stood.“Don’t walk away. Just answer the question. Is it true you have someone detained in your safehouse? And who is the person?” she asked, her tone rising.“Why do you even care, even if it’s true?” I said, genuinely concerned by her unreasonable determination to know about this.She only went mute but kept her eyes on me. I furrowed my brows. What did Clyde tell her?“I assure you,” I said, holding her hands, “whatever he said isn’t true. His words will only keep your hear
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 slay as many as they can to send a message to Ace.” I said, pacing around the living room. I heard Skylar sigh heavily. Shit, what do I do? “Master Conrad, we need to take action now. From the reports, the men I sent won't be enough to hold off what's coming for them, even with Ridgewood warriors on their side!” Atlas pointed out and I raised a hand. “Let me think!” “I don't know if you noticed it, sir but we don't have much time!” He persisted and sprang to his feet. Anger surged through my veins, I mo
Conrad.I rubbed the towel hard on my head as I walked out of the bathroom, wiping water off my hair and face. One week in my grandfather's dungeon could turn one into a pig. Or worse.Standing in front of the mirror in a room inside the hidden apartment disguised as a container, I heaved a sigh. I watched the water drop down my body as flashes of myself and Skylar's escape from grandfather filled my mind. It was a narrow escape, I won't lie. We could have been caught or worse, killed but I had to take the chance. Besides, I didn't want to waste Atlas's efforts in breaking us out although I still didn't know how he snuck me a wolfsbane spray can.I swept my gaze around the room I was in, a cozy place that felt like we were safe but we were certainly not. Grandfather would still be looking for us, harder this time. We've escaped twice and no one had a track record of doing that thrice. That's why we had to remain here until something—a window of opportunity maybe—came and we'll take it
Skylar.I took a step back as the wolves closed in around us. All sounds had zoned out, leaving the echoes of my heartbeat for me to hear—thundering underneath my chest. I couldn't even feel my left hand because Conrad's grip was so tight around it.A loud snarl escaped the wolves and I reached for Conrad's arm with my free hand. I gave him a worried look as he faced me. But he, surprisingly, gave me a warm smile and held the back of my hand reassuringly.What was he so hopeful about? Couldn't he see that this was the end?The revving of engines filled the air, stealing my attention and that of the wolves. In an instant, a car drove in, its tires spraying off sand and debris as it drifted along the woods. It turned sharply and hit the first wolf before it could react. I gasped sharply as the wolf was sent flying into a tree bark and a bone-snapping sound erupted.It didn't stop there and hit the next wolf who made a little attempt to jump but still got hit, ending up in the same predi
Skylar..“What are you talking about?” I asked, my tone high-pitched.He gestured for me to come to him and I heaved a sigh before doing so. I rolled my eyes as he grinned at me.“What is it?”“Would you relax and listen! There's a wolfsbane spray can in here, meaning we have a chance of escape.” He said and I narrowed my eyes on the cereal-laden plate. There was an obvious bump that showed there was truly something beneath.“So? How do we get out of here with one spray can? I may not be from your pack but I'm pretty sure there are about a million guards lurking around!” I pointed out, my tone dropping with sarcasm.Conrad chuckled and I was hit with befuddlement.“We're not going to fight the entire pack guards. We just need to get past a few—the ones who'd be present at the ritual in about an hour.” He said and I breathed, my nervousness heightening.He slid his hand over mine through the bars and looked straight into my eyes. I felt calmness wash over me even though I didn't want
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.
Skylar...He might look like his brother, but he was definitely nothing like him. Clyde was almost as tall as Conrad and had the same strong body frame as he did. But Clyde was…rigid, like a soldier. Hell, he was even clad in a soldier-like attire. Black leather jacket buttoned to the top, black
Conrad...“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
Skylar...“Impossible!” Alpha Zhola, the bald-headed man in the room, sprang to his feet, his eyes bulging. But I paid no attention to him, no, my gaze stayed on Alpha Griffith, defiant, unmoving.The initial shock that gripped me when Clyde revealed my mate status with Conrad had fled, replaced







