My mother was demonstrating the strength of ten wolves. Her emotions were kept in check as she kept the Pack in order. The agreed consensus was Parker would take three wolves with him, a tracker from a New York Pack that had won gold medals in the Were Games in the last four competitions. We held them every two years in various locations; it was more of a giant camping and cooking event. Parker was apprehensive about taking our most advanced men out of fear for my mom’s safety. My gut told me that I should leave Oakley with my mom and I go with Parker. It was something I hadn’t talked with anyone about, just because I didn’t want a bunch of flack not to mention the issues with Abel. To add salt to the wound, Allie was acting like a spoiled diva.