Just as we stepped out of the elevator, Nick’s phone rang.
It was a call from the Brown Pack’s former Alpha, Benny.
“Benny, what is it?” Nick answered with a calm expression.
“I haven’t seen you or Wendy in days. When will you come visit me at the manor?” Johnson’s voice came through the receiver, warm and affectionate.
Nick gave a small nod. “I’ll come by when I get a chance.”
“Don’t wait for a chance—come tonight. I’ve already had the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes.”
Before Nick could reply, Johnson had already hung up.
Nick shook his head, a little helplessly.
“What’s up?” I asked curiously. He hadn’t turned on the speaker, so I didn’t hear clearly.
Nick turned his head slightly, lips curving faintly. “Benny wants us to come to the manor for dinner tonight.”
“Oh, I see.”
