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 couldn't risk the main roads, knowing they'd be crawling with Maelstrom warriors by now, marching toward Ridgewood like a storm of doom ready to consume. So here I was, bouncing over the rocky terrain, the bike's tires kicking up dirt and gravel and my mind racing faster than the engine.
As I rode through
