Gamble Rogers Camping Novels & Stories

Was I making a mistake? I took off the wig and glasses and dumped them in his backseat. At last, I felt normal again. “What’s this place called?” I glanced at the mountains, and a shudder went up my spine. What was he planning to do with me? “Doolhof.” He drove on, past the vineyards, into a glamping site, stretching for acres at the foothills of the mountain. “That’s the Groenberg Mountain Range. Welcome to Cosmos Adventure Camp, Doolhof.” He grinned at me, staring around him with pride.

I stood in the middle of the two werewolves' pack, trying to find the enemy's alpha but he was nowhere to be found, not even at the back of his pack. So, I'm right when I said he's a coward. He literally hid behind his pack and sacrificed them instead of fighting with them. Such a useless alpha who doesn't deserve his position. I closed my eyes and communicated with my pack using my mind which only I can do. "Go back to our palace, I can handle it all alone," I said but before they can even leave, a loud explosion was heard inside the palace and the chaos started. That's when I realized that the explosion came from my mom's room where she's staying right now.

“You camping?” I nodded. “There’s a nice campground near Barcombe. I’m headed there tomorrow. This weekend there’s a big market. People from all over will be selling goods, including food, artwork, clothing, you name it.” He leaned forward and tapped his nose. “Lots of shifters.” “Thanks.” I tended to stay away from large crowds because I was bombarded with questions from both humans and shifters alike. “But if you want a change from sleeping in a tent, there’s a place, can’t recall the name, not far from Barcombe that rents cabins to tourists. Shifter place.” He explained that the people on whose land the cabins were situated would be at the market.

Others too joined him in the living room. "Let's explore first," suggested Jaxon. "Yes, we can see the attractions around Colorado in a paddle boat as well as check out some of the watersports offered, " suggested Ralph. They all agreed and went over to the waterfront to plan out what they could do. They rented paddle boats and explored the Lower Colorado River and visited the many cultural and historic sites. They saw the colorful rock formations, the deep canyons, and spectacular desert wildlife in the Black Canyon and Topock Gorge areas. It was nearly evening by the time they were done. The whole day there was a strange tension between Ralph and Raven. Ralph had no clue why she suddenly

"Alpha Rogers will be here shortly along with one of your guys." I nodded and stole a chip from her. We just wait for the guys to show up in silence. I had just gotten comfortable when a silver Chevy Tahoe showed up and before the SUV was fully stopped Derek was already headed towards the tailgate. He smirked at me. "Gamma, do you ever NOT get into trouble?" I shrugged and nodded my head towards the back, so he headed that way. He sees what was in there then looks back at me. "What happened?" "That's what I want to know too." Alpha Rogers says as he approaches.

“From here on, let me talk first.” I gave him a flat look. “You think I can’t handle rogues?” “I think rogues might be less likely to put a knife in you if they don’t think you’re a threat right away.” I let that sit for a moment. Then: “We’ll see.” The Quarry Wolves The camp was nothing more than a cluster of tents and tarps strung between rusting machinery. Wolves lounged near the fire, some in human form, others half-shifted, eyes glinting amber in the dim light.

I need to help him out and see if he can help me find my way back to silver fang. When we finally reached their camp, my heart sank. The area was a chaotic sprawl of makeshift tents and fire pits, filled with the stench of blood and unwashed bodies. Wolves in various states of shift lounged around, their eyes lighting up with interest as we were dragged into the center of the camp. “Fresh meat,” one of them called, laughing. The scarred rogue ignored them, hauling us toward a large tent at the far end of the camp. The air grew colder as we approached, and a sense of dread settled over me.

I stand up and reach my hand to her which she reluctantly accepts then we are off to play with the pups. We must have played 150 games of duck duck goose. My cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. I sprawl out on the grass enjoying the feeling on my skin of the cool grass on this warm day. A loud howl is heard not too far into the woods then I receive a mindlink I have not received in months. ‘Rogues’ I turn to look at my fathers Gamma Grayson “Get the Pups, elderly and non-fighters into the safehouse.” “What about you?”

That went well, I thought bitterly. "We showed strength," Veyra said, though his voice lacked conviction. Did we? Or did we just lose one of our best wolves? He didn’t answer. I forced myself to stand and looked out of the tent. The setting sun bathed the camp in red light. Rogues trained, cooked, laughed, on the surface, everything looked normal. But then I saw Garrett. He stood at the edge of the camp with several older rogues. They spoke quietly, faces grim. When he looked up, our eyes met.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to tell him everything. "That camping site... it's actually a place for paid escort services. They number each tent, and there's a woman in each one. Three thousand buys you a tent, and you can do whatever you want." With this explanation, he immediately understood why a camping site would need membership cards. First, for secrecy - like certain clubs, only members could enter, minimizing the risk of getting caught. Second, to retain customers - once people paid for membership, they'd naturally return multiple times. He then asked detailed questions about the camping site.