Camp Buddy Character Ages Novels & Stories

"I mean, some of us do. Usually, the alpha, the beta, and the gammas all eat together. Then various other people sometimes join us." "What about training?" "We do that too. Not everyone because some are too young and old, but everyone from 15 to 40 trains." "But older people can fight, too." "Yeah, they can, but Cade didn't want them to have to come to training anymore, seeing as they already know how to fight. So, unless they are trainers, they usually just go about their business." "Oh." "I take it is different here." "Yeah." "A lot of things are different here." "Yeah." "It isn't all bad, though. I mean, besides the bathroom issue."

Atlas asked as his own keen eyes caught the flash of fire-orange hair and sun-kissed skin. "Excited to be going to camp," Amos replied, shifting his weight so he could lean against a tree. "And clearly oblivious to the reaction her choice of clothing is getting." "Easy, brother." the older twin chuckled. "She's not yet turned eighteen. Her wolf is not mature enough to recognise her mates."

"I have every reason to overthink after the dream I got yesterday, Danish. Please, don't! Don't ask about it." Danish laughed, "I won't. But please sit down. I’ve been meaning to speak with you about something since I brought you here." Vera had almost walked over to the door. After catching on Danish's words, she returned to her seat and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "What is it?" Danish removed a brochure from the drawer of his desk and gave it to Vera. "Some neighboring packs's Alpha and I had a meeting and we've been planning to organize a training camp for children, mostly four to ten years in age. The camp is going to be about teaching them about the basics of self defense. It's going t

"Do you trust me?" Her face warmed with a bright shade of red. He had gone out of his way to make it happen. The 18 year old Ember Campbell would've screamed and danced at just the thought of it. But the 25 year old Ember was amused, not being ablen to decipher herself than others.

and that concludes the attendance check as always. Eleven. Even though the first batch of campers graduated last month to enroll in their respective regular schools, business is good and Camp Unplugged is still nearly at full capacity. Seven boys and four girls. That’s the whole second and last batch of rehabbers this summer. Some of them, like Kate, won’t process their enrollment in senior high till mid-July while the others, sadly, have no plans to continue schooling this year.

LEXI. The first three days of the Gamma Camp went without any problems. Twelve Packs participated, as it was the limit per camp. But we did have a large number of delegates, according to Austin, compared to the camps he attended. We had future Gammas as young as fifteen up to the eldest, who was twenty-two years old, as well as warriors ranging from seventeen to nineteen. And so far, everyone is behaving well. Even the infamous Aurora.

"Woah, do you know that this place is restricted for smokers?" "Get lost, boy," I said, without looking at him. He laughed. "Well, sorry to interrupt your moment, Ma'am. But the smoking area is right there. And not here." I turned to him. "What's your name?" He stood up properly like I'm some sort of a commander. "I am Sky Anderson and I am part of the student supreme government. And it is my duty to get you out of this area because students come here to rest. Not to smell smoke."

Thus, Kyle took the seat anyway, not minding Gaby's earlier response. "Hey!" Gaby protested, frowning at Kyle. She looked around and complained, "Great, now everyone is looking at us." As they ate, the teens at their table introduced themselves, except for Gaby. It was only the girl with curly hair who said, "I'm Trisha and this is my friend, Gaby. It's our second year at camp. So we know each other." "Many of us here are repeaters," the other boy said. "It's nice to meet you, Kyle."

he say with finality. Once in our suite, we sit on the couch, and he starts up the laptop on the coffee table and starts a Zoom call. Once the call connects we’re greeted with the faces of my other two knucklehead best friends, Jasper’s Gamma, Calix, and Delta, Aiden. Calix is actually the oldest of us. He’s twenty-five, Jasper and I are twenty-four and Aiden is twenty. I was the last to find my animai. “Hey, guys! How was the ball?” asks Aiden cheerfully.

So they are three selected to become the Main Alphas who control their groups. On my sixteen birthday, I am nervous, because I am going to camp for new alphas. It is called Alpha Camp, for all over the world for boys coming into be men at the age of 16 and to 18 years old before you get to become Alpha for your pack. "Honey, come down, dear," mom shouts upstairs towards my bedroom. We are in the Cabin, and we go there every year before school starts. But this year we came here because I am heading to Alpha Camp.