Siena's POV
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
