As the lone survivor of the rescue mission after his aircraft was shot down, the last thing Staff Sergeant John Decker wanted was the responsibility for a hundred odd, soft as putty, no-nothing, weepy females. His mission was to retrieve an important package and get it to a secret military base in northern California. He was hundreds of miles inside alien held territory with no heavy weapons, no support, no Intel on the aliens, and no way to report the mission was a bust. Between him and the secret base stood the Sierra Nevada Mountain, four hundred miles of treacherous road and an unknown number of world destroying aliens. Decker thought it would be easy once he reached the base, only to find himself and Pack thrown into even more desperate situations. After finding a way to hurt the mothership in orbit, it meant he’d have to sacrifices even more of the Wolf Pack, and maybe his own life to save the planet. In the SAS, he’d done some crazy thing, and if there was a kindly God who looked after little children, fools and village idiots, John ‘Wolfman’ Decker hoped he was paying special attention right about now, because he about to be the biggest village idiot of them all.