A Coincidental Mistake
Every year we leave for a week, somewhere out of our home town, summer county in Utah, for the annual "camp."
Not the kind of camp you see on TV's. With marshmallow roasting, campfire singing, kumbaya hugging, always laughing camp.
Well I mean we do those things,
Occasionally.
I guess it's not much of a camp, it's more of a tournament. A competition per say. Competing against other packs, for god knows what. I guess its to see who has the bigger set of balls.
Yes I know it's stupid,
Heck even Adam was happily going to remove our pack from ever going back to this "camp." A word only used as an excuse, for alphas, like his dad who had a idiotic rivalry against each other.
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