CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
ALEX DAVALO
Never underestimate the weak!
Lara had called me that evening, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Hey, Alex! Can you do me a favor?” she asked, almost a little too eagerly.
I tried to hide my sigh. “Depends on what it is. You know I’m busy with helping out with the pack, right?”
“Oh, come on! This is important!” she said, the urgency in her voice catching my attention. “I need your help to convince Sandro to go with me to the inter-college basketball competition in Oklahoma. Please?”
I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. “Lara, you know how tough Sandro is when his mind is made up about something. It’s like trying to move a mountain.”
“But he listens to you! You’re his brother! Just talk to him, okay?” she pleaded. The desperation in her
