Andrew relaxed into the driver's seat as he continued their trek back to the pack house - fiddling with the radio while Chris munched on a bag of chips, slouched into the passenger seat - ankles crossed up on the dash. The drive back to the pack house wasn’t long, but it felt endless with the looming responsibilities waiting for them. Andrew's dad, Alpha Geoff, had been obsessing over every tiny detail for the upcoming Alpha ceremony. Napkin colors, seating arrangements, flower choices—things Andrew barely cared about but knew he couldn’t ignore.
“Think your dad’s still buried in napkin swatches and floral designs?” Chris asked, crunching loudly on a chip. He’d been Andrew’s closest friend since their college basketball days, and while they shared a lot of laughs, Andrew sometimes wished
