Hawk was intercepted on his way to kalum’s cave by a messenger, a lanky boy of sixteen named Zaca, who had unkempt hair, a long, loping gait, and a thousand-watt smile he flashed at regular intervals. He was barefoot and bare-chested, and wore only a loose pair of tan cargo shorts, which were slipping down his narrow hips. He ran up beside Hawk just as he jumped down from the rope.
“Big Daddy wants to see you.”
Hawk tried not to smile at the ironic nickname for Alejandro. He liked the kid, who reminded him of himself at that age, wild and smart-alecky, though Zaca’s easy smile earned him a lot more friends than Hawk’s scowls ever had.
“The Alpha finds out you’re calling him that, you’re in a boatload of trouble, Z.”
“It’s not like anyone’s gonna tell him!” Zaca scoffed.
“Really? Not
