The morning air was cold and sharp as we rode through the empty streets. Our bikes cut through the morning darkness like wolves on the hunt.
I could feel the tension between my pack members. Michael rode behind me, his anger rolling off him in waves. Joseph stayed close to Michael's side, almost like they were planning something.
Joseph had barely said a word to me since the fight. The stupid challenge that almost tore us apart.
"This is f*****g awkward," Jordan muttered over the bike radio.
"Shut up," Rika's voice crackled back.
"Just saying. You could cut the tension with a knife."
I heard the sound of Rika's bike getting closer to Jordan's.
"Hey! Watch it!" Jordan yelled in slight panic. "You trying to kill me?"
"Maybe," Rika shot back.
But I caught the smile in her voice. And
