I sit on my bed, staring at my phone. My fingers hover above the screen, and for a moment, I’m frozen. I had been hoping- no, expecting–a message from Raiden, as my best friend had suggested. She had said, “It’s definitely Raiden. He owes you an apology for everything he’s done!”
But the message isn’t from Raiden. It’s from Zion.
A knot forms in my stomach as I read his text.
[Oh, by the way, doesn’t every pack‘ participating in SOA need to provide their competition plan? Since you want me to invest in you during the competition, you should bring yours along.]
The words are flat and businesslike, but there’s a hint of sarcasm I can’t ignore. A sigh escapes my lips as I push aside the disappointment I feel. Zion. He’s always been a mystery to me. A wolf with a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. The fact that he’s willing to meet with me feels strange, especially after all the years of him barely acknowledging my existence. I want to be upset, to let the irritation wash over me, but I can’t. This could be my chance. I’ll have to take it.
I look back at the message again, trying to read between the lines. Despite everything, Zion’s willing to take a look at my plan. In some way, I have to admire that. Most people would have dismissed me outright. But Zion? He’s willing to hear me out, at least.
