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About The Book:
Title: THE PACK #2: CLAW AND ORDER
Author: Lisi Harrison
Pub. Date: June 21, 2022
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, Audiobook
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Sadie and her best friends are back in book two of this series about girls with animal powers. The Pack seems stronger than ever but Sadie has a secret that could claw its way out.
Sadie thought joining the Pack would be the wildest thing to happen to her this year but the school year is becoming even harder.
On top of classes Sadie has to navigate her growing feelings for her crush, taming her powers during cheer practice and trouble making hyenas trying to take her crown.
Then there is the massive secret she is keeping from her BFF Lindsey–that could destroy their friendship and The Pack as they know it. Will the shocking truth come out to bite them?
The classroom smelled like a Sephora. Instead of paying attention to Professor Norma’s snoozer of a lecture on landforms, the caged animal-lights were swiping fruit-flavored gloss across their lips and rubbing floral-scented salves into their hands–all in anticipation of that final gong. Once struck, Typical Topics would be over, and the most anticipated weekend of the year (since last month’s dance with the Allendale boys) would finally begin.
Sadie gazed beyond the metal-framed windows. Those smoke-gray clouds were still hovering. Oppressive and suffocating, they loomed above the private grounds of the Charm House boarding school like an overbearing parent, there to put a damper on her plans and, even worse, her new hairstyle. Hair that Sadie spent most of the day admiring in the reflection of her dead laptop screen.
She’d meant to charge her computer the night before. Really. But Claw Spa, the new beauty salon Sadie was opening with her pack mates, had become a major attention suck. Saturday morning was fully booked, and they were wildly unprepared.
Lindsey, tiger-light and queen of the claws, had to set up a manicure table. Taylor, chameleon-light and color expert, needed a dyeing station. Amy, snake-light and scaly skin specialist, had to blend her oil treatments. And Sadie, lion-light with superhuman strength and a dry blond mane, was stuck rearranging furniture–a bummer, but not a surprise.
They had finished setting up around midnight. While Lindsey, Taylor, and Amy applauded their work, Sadie, now surrounded by mirrors, fixated on her unruly hair. Gathering it in a bristly bundle, she tried twisting it into something elegant at the nape of her neck. Tying straw into a bow would have been easier. “I should just shave it off.”
“Funny,” Taylor said as she worked her short pink layers into spikes. “I’ve been thinking about all of that”–she waved her hand in the general vicinity of Sadie’s head–“and I have an idea. Trust me.”
“You’ve been thinking about it?” How long had Taylor been contemplating Sadie’s look? “Is it that bad?” Her stomach dipped as she remembered the girls at her old school, how they called her Hairy Poppins. And Taylor’s whole “trust me” thing? That was an elephant-sized ask.
Only weeks earlier, Taylor had secretly terrorized the animal-lights–and worse, her own pack mates. Her plan was to scare the girls (mostly Lindsey) so they would stop sneaking out to meet the boys. If the animal-lights were discovered, the evil doctors at Institute of Behavioral Science would lock them in cages on the thirteenth floor, just like they did with Kate, and experiment on them 24/7. So Taylor’s intention was to keep them safe. But really, T? Did you have to turn invisible, scratch venom into our bodies to make us sleep, then carve the number 13 into our skin? You couldn’t think of any other way to keep us safe from IBS? Nothing?
Apparently, she couldn’t. And technically, that was fine. Taylor meant well and the Pack forgave her. But “trust”? Yeah, that was going to take a while.
“Sadie, I’m not saying your frizzy vibe is brutal,” she continued. “I’m just–”
“Then I’ll say it,” Lindsey interrupted, her emerald-green eyes fierce and focused. “Sadie Lady, we love you, but your frizzy vibe is brutal.”
“Brutal is a little harsh,” Amy said. “Brittle is more appropriate.” Her sympathetic smile revealed one fang on either side of her mouth. “Why don’t I heat some orange and clove oil and–”
“We can give you a mane-over!” Taylor bellowed.
“Purrrfect,” Lindsey said. “I’ll do her claws!”
Two hours later, Sadie was running the sharp points of her gold nails through flat-ironed, deep-conditioned blond hair that faded to black.
“Wow, you look sixteen!” Amy gushed.
“Yeah, the ombré technique is a total mane-changer,” Taylor said. “And the dark tips hide your split ends.”
“You actually look pretty!” Lindsey added.
“Not that you didn’t look pretty before. You did. On the inside. But now you’re pretty on the outside, too.”
Sadie was too excited about her mane-over to be offended. Before heading to bed, Taylor gave her a bottle of dry shampoo and strict instructions not to get her hair wet or it would frizz again. Which was why Sadie was currently admiring her reflection in a dead laptop screen and praying the rain away instead of listening to–
“Miss Samson!” Professor Norma shouted, or maybe it just sounded like a shout because of Sadie’s extra-sensitive hearing. “Are you paying attention?”
Chairs creaked as everyone turned.
“Uh . . .” Sadie’s cheeks warmed. “You were talking about animal migration.”
“Correct. I was talking about animal migration. Twenty minutes ago . . .”
The hyena-lights giggled. Jealous of the Pack’s popularity, they feasted on their misfortunes.
“Now I’m asking our Charm Club leaders for status reports, and since you’re one of those leaders, why don’t you update us on your progress.”
Lindsey, Taylor, and Amy glared at Sadie, silently reminding her not to divulge their secret. As if she needed a reminder. The Charm Club project was worth 50 percent of their Typical Topics grade. And with her slipping GPA, Sadie was counting on a high score to bring up her average. If word got out that their club, the Claw Spa, was charging for treatments, they’d fail. Granted, the Pack wasn’t asking for money. Just that customers cover the Pack’s chores and hand over their desserts whenever asked. This seemed like a reasonable request, considering Claw Spa was the only club providing an essential service. But try telling that to a professor preaching a free-flowing exchange of ideas and teamwork.
“Our progress?” Sadie lowered the screen on her laptop. “Um, last night we set up the spa in our dorm rooms, and it opens tomorrow. That’s about it.”
Professor Norma lowered her glasses, which were attached to a beaded string that held them around her neck, against her navy cardigan. Her small features were tight, and her makeup-free skin was the color of Silly Putty. She was probably a terrible joke-teller. “Can you share your most positive experience so far?”
Sadie reached for the glossy tips of her hair and sat up a little taller. “Um, the Allendale football game is tomorrow night, and Family Day is Sunday, so we’re booked solid, which is cool.”
“Sounds promising.” The professor searched Sadie’s eyes like hiding places. “And your most challenging experience?”
“Fitting everyone in, I guess. Demand is pretty high.”
“Well, you are offering a free service.”
“Free?” Val yipped. “Ha!” She and the other hyena-lights had started a comedy club named Cackle. Ever since Professor Norma had said she thought the name was clever (cackle is the sound of a laugh, and it’s also the name for a group of hyenas), Val had been incredibly cocky.
Professor Norma folded her arms across her dangling glasses. “Is there a problem?”
“Only if you think doing someone else’s chores is a–”
Lindsey growled softly.
“Chores?” Professor Norma’s thin eyebrows arched.
Lindsey glowered at Val and whispered, “Watch it, hy-e-nerd,” knowing that Professor Norma couldn’t hear her.
“Val, are you suggesting that–”
“Nope. All good. I was just workshopping one of my jokes for the Family Day showcase. I guess it needs more work. Sorry about that.”
Unlike the other teachers at Charm House, Professor “Normal” did not have an animal-light, so quiet whispers often went undetected. Sadie often wondered why Headmistress Flora had hired a Typical in the first place. Yes, she taught Typical Topics, so that part made sense, but still. The whole point of Charm House was to protect its students from the outside world. A world in which researchers from the Institute of Behavioral Science hunted animal-lights and imprisoned them on the thirteenth floor of their creepy building, where they experimented on their prisoners and would continue to do so until the source of their animal powers was uncovered. Professor Norma’s daughter was a light, which was why everyone trusted her. But what kind of light? And where was this daughter? Was she with Kate–Amy’s old roommate, who had been captured by IBS the week before Sadie arrived? No one seemed to know.
“Who else will be presenting their club during the Family Day showcase?” the professor asked.
Before anyone could answer, the gong rang. The weekend had officially started, and the students began clearing out.
“Miss Samson, may I have a few words?”
“Of course.” Smiling, Sadie made her way to the front of the room, anticipating another compliment. All her other teachers had had something positive to say about her hair, and every student (except the hyena-lights, of course) had booked a spa appointment, hoping for a similar look. If Professor Normal’s few words were flattering, she could have as many as she wanted.
“I’ve noticed a change in you lately,” she said once Sadie approached her desk.
“I elevated my style.”
Professor Normal glanced at Sadie’s black tips. “I see that.”
An awkward silence filled the space between them. A space that no longer smelled like fruity gloss and floral salves. Just tension.
“Any chance of you elevating your grades?”
“My grades?” Was that was this was about? Because come on. For the first time, Sadie had best friends, regular friends, and a crush on an Allendale boy who liked her back. As the only lion-light at Charm House, she no longer feared mean girls; they feared her. She was CEO of Claw Spa. Boss-lady of the jungle. Leader of the Pack. Yes, socializing had been cutting into her study time lately. But she’d bounce back. Good grades had always come easy to her. But BFFs? Not as much.
“I’m concerned,” Professor Normal said with a coffee-scented sigh. “The other teachers are, too.”
“Don’t worry. I’m a cat. We always land on our feet.”
“Do you think your parents will feel the same way?”
“I do,” Sadie said, sure of it. Her parents always wanted her to branch out and make friends. So yeah, they would feel the same way. How could they not?
About Lisi Harrison:
Lisi Harrison is a #1 New York Times bestselling author.
In 2003, Lisi left her position as senior director of development at MTV Networks to write The Clique series (2013-2011), which sold more than eight million copies and was on the New York Times bestseller list for more than two hundred weeks. Ten titles hit #1, and foreign rights were sold in thirty-three countries. Alphas was a #1 New York Times bestseller, and Monster High was an instant bestseller. In 2013 Lisi released her YA series Pretenders and her first adult novel, The Dirty Book Club in 2017. In 2021 Lisi launched two new middle-grade series—Girl Stuff and The Pack. Currently, she is working on a middle-grade series with New York Times bestselling author Daniel Kraus called Graveyard Girls (9.6.22).
Lisi lives in Laguna Beach, California, where she leads Drama Free Friend workshops that teach kids, and their parents, how to have healthy, drama-free friendships.
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