RG's POV
I watched the kids huddle on that ratty old couch, whispering to each other like they were plotting to steal cookies from the jar. It would've been cute if we weren't neck-deep in wolf pack drama that could get us all killed.
"You two better not be cooking up any crazy ideas over there," I called out, trying to sound gruff but probably failing miserably. These pups had a way of melting my old, crusty heart.
King's head snapped up, his eyes wide with mock innocence. "Us? Crazy ideas? Never."
I snorted. "Yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy. Come on, spill it. What are you two scheming?"
Zala, bless her heart, couldn't lie to save her life. She fidgeted, avoiding my eyes. "We're not scheming, RG. We're just... talking."
"Uh-huh," I said, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm just making gourm
