When I pictured the Alpha King's hideout, I imagined a giant, dark mansion with high ceilings and a huge front gate I’d have to sneak over. I could picture stone gargoyles watching me with dead eyes as I snuck onto the estate. I imagined cars lining the driveway, maybe even a helicopter pad on the roof.
Instead, I crept through the woods behind the property, eyeing the small house sitting in a clearing with a gravel driveway leading to a dirt road that looked barely used. It had a green tin roof and dark brick walls. The grass was overgrown, so tall it touched the bottom of the windows. If not for the very out of place, blacked out G-Wagon sitting under the attached carport, it’d be easy to believe no one had even been here in years.
I hid myself behind a thick tree as I eyed the house
