Sloane
When I look around, waving goodbye to Slade, I expect to see my Grandfather Waylon waiting for me. Instead, I see Daniel.
“Hey, Daniel!” I say, smiling and skipping over to him.
I swear I hear a snarl from somewhere in the parking lot, but when I look, I don’t see anyone.
“What was that?” he asks, taking my bookbag from me.
“I have no idea. Who knows around here. Did you get my things from Uncle Roman?”
“I did. I’m ready if you’re ready.”
When we get to the packhouse, the entire pack is buzzing about Benedict’s party tomorrow. They’re calling it The Party of the Century.
Exaggerate much?
Since I couldn’t care less, I put my things in my room, then spend the evening with Grandpa Waylon going over the pack’s information.
The first half of Saturday is exactly the same except
