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, ...