He was reading a message on his new cell phone. “If that’s Ryan asking where we are, tell him we’re literally two blocks away.” They were running a little late. “It’s some guy called Marcus. He says he’s another Phoenix enforcer.” “Really?” “The Phoenix wolves have all been texting me to say hi and tell me a little about them.” “Yeah? That means the pack as a whole will definitely welcome you. That’s a good thing.” And a relief, because it didn’t always work that way. “Are they nice?” “Dominic’s pretty fleek”—“fleek” meaning “cool” to Zac—“he keeps sending me jokes.” Something about Zac’s tone made her ask, “Dirty jokes?” “I’m not going to answer that. I’m pleading the seventh.” “You mean the fifth.” “Whatever. I’m pleading.” She laughed. “Fine. But if you—” She broke off at the chiming of her own cell phone. Seeing that the caller was Madisyn, Makenna swiped her finger across the screen and answered, “Hello.”
