Chapter 25

I quickly learned were wolves don't typically play Mini-golf. The first hole, it took Joel a good eight strokes to get the ball into the cup. He swung much too hard. I tried not to laugh, his pack was watching. I was attempting to be dignified about it. It would probably be disrespectful to find humor in his lack of ability.

"From what I have heard about golf," he said batting the little orange ball into the bushes, "this is funny. You are most certainly allowed to laugh at me. I plan on laughing at my Betas when they try."

His next hit landed him in the fake sand trap and I couldn't help it. His frustration was amusing. I only giggled at first and tried to help him. I gave him what I considered good tips. The harder he tried though the more likely the ball landed in entirely the wrong spot. My advice turned out to be less than helpful most of the time.

"Don't ever go into teaching sports," he told me as we moved to the