Phoebe
Zion’s expression changed, and it immediately made me shrink back. His face suddenly reminded me of a young Hannibal Lecter in Hannibal Rising—handsome, but deadly.
“You’re scaring me, Zion.”
“I’m just sleep-deprived and cranky.”
“Why didn’t you sleep?”
“Thinking about the match tomorrow. Who wouldn’t be nervous?”
Fair enough. If Zion was feeling that way, I had every reason to be even more anxious. But I didn’t want to think about the game right now.
As Hayden’s friend, Zion probably knew what the Grey family was really like. I was curious about the Silver Claw pack since I’d never heard of it mentioned by my dad or seen it involved in any of our pack events.
In my head, Hayden had to come from one of those upper-class families who only mixed with their own kind. Just think
