Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Uncomfortable with the admiration in his eyes, Makenna shifted in her seat. “We’re talking about Ryan, not me. He’s a dominant male, which means his instinct is to take control of every situation. They’re not really into that whole compromising thing, and they like to have their own way. Letting you call the shots shows that he cares about you.”
“He doesn’t know me.”
“You’re family; clearly that’s all that matters to him.”
Zac shook his head. “Even if he does come, he won’t want me. I’ve heard about the Phoenix wolves. They’re strong and powerful. I’m weak and—”
“Hey, hey, hey, look at me.” Makenna pinned him with her gaze. Voice hard and insistent, she said, “You are not weak. I don’t know what happened to you, but I do know you were strong enough to get yourself out of that situation. What a lot of people don’t realize is that it takes guts to run and take the chance of being caught. But you did it. You braved the lone wolf lifestyle. You survived the streets. You were brave enough to come to the shelter with me when I found you. And you were brave enough to agree to meet with Ryan today. You are not weak. You got me?”
Zac swallowed. “Yeah.”
She smiled brightly. “Good.”
“You’re scary.”
“Scarier than Madisyn?” she asked hopefully. She was not only Makenna’s best friend but another volunteer at the shelter.
He smiled. “She’s crazy. I like her. I like you. I like everyone at the shelter, and I like it there. Why can’t I stay? I won’t get in anybody’s way. I’ll help out. I’ll be good—”
“Kid, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“I don’t want to be in a pack, Makenna. I want to be like you.”
“Me?”
“You’re strong, and you look out for everyone, and nothing scares you.”
“Zac, I’m a single, mostly uneducated, deliberately annoying loner who works evening shifts at a gas station when she’s not doing volunteer work at a local shelter. Do not aspire to be like me.”
Sadness clouded his eyes. “You want to get rid of me, don’t you?”
“Hey, you listen to me. I’ll be very sad to see you go, Zac. But I can’t claim to care about you and then not do what’s best for you, can I? The shelter is a special place, but it can’t give you the things that come with being part of a pack.”
He scowled. “If being in a pack is so sick, why didn’t you join one?”
She knew “sick” loosely meant “great,” since she’d learned to interpret his slang over the past few months. “I was twelve when I first went to the shelter. Back then, Dawn didn’t aim to rehome loners. Instead, she taught us how to integrate ourselves in the human community.”
“You’re the one who changed it and started rehoming them?”
“Yes.”
“But you could join a pack now, right? Why haven’t you?”
“Because it’s highly unlikely that any Alpha will condone one of their pack associating with loners, let alone volunteering at the shelter. And I like my life exactly as it is. But it still isn’t easy to be without a pack. My wolf accepts the situation, but she’ll never be satisfied and content. She’ll always feel like something’s missing, because being a loner goes against our nature.” That was why she worked so hard at rehoming lone shifters.
A football came bouncing their way. Makenna caught it and threw it back to the group of human teenagers a short distance away. The park was quite busy, which would hopefully reassure Zac.
After a moment of silence, Zac said, “I didn’t think I’d have to meet Ryan so soon.”
“And you felt like I was trying to get rid of you in a hurry. No, sweetie. He’s really intent on seeing you. I thought it would be best to get the first visit over with quickly. It might placate him a little.”
Zac frowned thoughtfully. “Oh.” He exhaled heavily. “What if I don’t like him? What if he wants me but I don’t want him?”
“Then you don’t go with him. But you can’t make a decision like that until you get to know him. All I’m asking is that you give him a shot.”
Zac looked away. “Whatever.”
She wondered why that one-word response from a teenager had the potential to make her want to scream. “So . . . do you think stairs are supposed to go up or down?”
He smiled. “Why do you always ask weird questions?”
“You’re assuming I do it for a reason.”
Chuckling, he shrugged. “Up.”
“Okay . . . What about that issue that The Killers raised? Are we human, or are we dancer? What do you think?”
His shoulders shook. “That lyric makes no sense.”
“I know, I don’t get it!” Hearing a vehicle pulling up in the small parking lot on their left, she glanced over. She knew that Chevy. “Here comes Ryan.” Zac froze. “Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen to you. You’re in a public place, surrounded by people, and you have me.”