King's POV
I can't believe we're actually doing this. Sneaking out in the middle of the night, chasing ghosts and secrets. If Dad finds out, we're so dead. But one look at Zala's determined face, and I know there's no turning back now.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" I whisper, eyeing the rundown cabin skeptically.
Zala nods, her pigtails bouncing. "Positive. Old Joe's gotta be here. He knows stuff, King. Important stuff."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, like how to be the crankiest hermit in pack history."
"Shh!" Zala hisses, elbowing me in the ribs. "Be nice. And quiet!"
We creep up to the porch, every step making the old wood groan. My heart's pounding so loud, I'm sure even humans could hear it.
Zala raises her tiny fist to knock, but before she can, the door swings open with a c
