Kameron's POV ...
"Call Anthony," I asked my phone as I pulled out of my driveway.
Anthony's number started dialing. He answered after the three rings.
"You okay? It's almost midnight," he sounded like he was half asleep.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's Callie that I'm worried about."
"What's wrong with her?" he sounded more awake and alert now.
"She's drunk and I'm guessing the rest of the girls are too. I need you to head down to the Motcho's. I think the others will need rides home. Bring Tim as well, he will be able to take care of Arianna."
"Got it."
I hung up the phone and focused on the road. I was all for Callie getting in those normal human experiences that she missed out on but this was something I wished she had skipped.
She was barely able to finish the champagne we had had after her induction to the pack. Who knew what she had consumed and in what quantity.
