Chapter Sixty-Seven

The night ended up not being that bad.

Adam and my mom “snuck” off somewhere about halfway through our little party, and the rest of us started playing poker. The more drunk we got, the more comfortable we got, and we ended up playing strip poker.

One of the guys, Alan, had scars all over his body, which I saw when he was forced to remove his shirt. I ended up talking to him for almost four hours, drinking and asking him questions. Guys like Alan were my preferred method of advice seeking; leaders who have been through it, who have worked hard and bled for their pack.

Camilla had gotten sucked into a conversation about her family's pack with the other committee members.

I had tuned in when I realized she was telling them about projects she had been working on when she was forced to leave, and I started to wonder again about why Camilla was here. It sounded like she had plenty going for her back home.

But that night, as I listened to her talking with passion about the cars she had b