When a wolf and a tiger are playing in the woods…

Camp sucks.

I should be on a plane to London, heading into an epic second year of college. Instead, I'm stuck on Frog Pond Mountain, tasked with supervising a horde of pubescent teens, all because I had some minor run-ins with the law.

But I came here with a plan: next weekend, I'm escaping from the boondocks and swindling my way back into civilization. Unfortunately, my brilliant plan B couldn't foresee one small, pretty hot detail: Justin Andrews, alpha to the wolves ...