My words provoke a grin. “No, nothing like that. I’ll let him tell you later.”
I widen my eyes. “You mean, he’s here?”
“Yeah. But there’s no way we could all venture this close without someone hearing our fathers argue, so they stayed back with the others.”
In stunned disbelief, I try to process what he’s telling me. But I can’t. “They hate each other. My father hates me. And so does yours. I can understand the rest of the pack being here,” I pause for confirmation, and when Mack nods, I continue, “but why would they be here?”
“No one hates you.”
I shake my head. “So, my father led the way here, then?”
Mack’s expression darkens. “I wish I could say it was as easy as that, but it wasn’t. We got lost. He forgot a path and then we lost days trying to pry my father and yours apart. I nea
