Shortly after takeoff, Camden removed her earbuds, frustrated with their inability to lull her to sleep. "Well, that isn't working..." she muttered, annoyance lacing her voice. Clayton chuckled at her reaction. "That's probably because you listen to satanic death metal to try and sleep, Cam," he teased. "What?!" Matt exclaimed, his shock and amusement evident. Camden rolled her eyes. "You two have no culture," she retorted with an eyeroll, placing the earbuds back in their case and stowing them in her bag. She took a deep breath and leaned back in her seat, listening to the men on either side of her giggling like schoolgirls at her taste in music. Eventually, their laughter subsided, leaving a sense of contentment and comradery in its wake.Looking over at Matt, Camden had an idea. "Hey," she leaned toward him, a hopeful expression on her face, "do you want to see some baby pictures, or would that be weird for you?" Matt hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected offer. He was hesi
Clayton sat up in his bed, a victorious smirk forming on his face, as he heard Camden's call from the other room. "You need me?" he responded as he ambled into her room, pretending to be surprised. "I do," Camden replied, her annoyance and defeat apparent in her voice. "There isn't a bath in this hotel room..." she trailed off. Clayton played along, feigning disappointment. "Really? That's a shame," he replied, maintaining the charade. He wasn't going to make it easy for her. "Could you help me into the shower?" she asked hopefully. He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, considering how to respond to her request after the argument they had had only minutes earlier. Frustrated, Camden sighed, no longer in the mood for games. "Never mind," she said irritably. "I'll just ask Matt," she added. Clayton's quick response revealed his true intentions. "No, no!" he interjected hastily, not wanting Matt to assist her with such an intimate task. "Of course, I'll help you," he agreed. "Thank
Clayton leaned forward on the bed, his fingers gently pulling aside the neckline of Camden's nightdress to reveal the mark he had given her. "Yes," he responded plainly, his voice tinged with sadness, "as long as you wear my mark, you're mine to lose." Camden's heart ached at his words, understanding the weight of their entwined destinies."Close the door," she instructed him with a sigh, wanting privacy for the conversation they were about to embark on. Clayton did as he was told and then returned to sit beside her on the bed. "Clayton, the whole purpose of going to Scotland was to carry out the Unbonding Ritual, right?" Camden's voice carried a note of confusion. "Why go through the trouble of getting the tickets and making those plans if you don't want us to follow through?" she questioned, seeking clarity. Clayton's gaze met hers, his expression filled with determination. "It's what Alpha Thomas suggested, and he assured us it would be safe," he explained, his hand reaching out to
Clayton's heart raced as he absorbed Camden's words, realizing the depth of her fear and longing. It pained him to hear how much she wanted Matt, but his spirits lifted when he grasped the underlying truth: she didn't want to lose him. He couldn't help but hope that their love could prevail despite the challenges they faced. Determined to mend their fractured bond, Clayton decided to confront the issue head-on. "You're scared I'm going to hurt you again. You're scared I'm going to let you down," he stated, the words laced with both vulnerability and determination. Camden's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she met his gaze and nodded. Acknowledging her fears, Clayton mirrored her nod, understanding the weight of her worries. "We've discussed this before, Cam. Back at the medical center," he recalled, his voice heavy with regret. "I don't know how to make you trust me or believe in me again. All I have is my word, and I understand that it doesn't mean shit to you right now," he confe
Clayton's heart skipped a beat as he heard Camden's soft voice calling his name from the bathroom. He swiftly made his way back, determined to assist her and spare her from putting weight on her fractured ankle. As he entered the bathroom, he found her patiently waiting, balanced on one foot and leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry," he murmured guiltily, "I shouldn't have just barged in here earlier. I wasn't thinking," he admitted. "It's fine. I'm just glad we're on the same page now," she said, her voice soft and grateful. Without further hesitation, Clayton scooped her up and headed back to her room. Her familiar weight in his arms, the warmth of her soft skin, the way her wild hair brushed against his face, her intoxicating scent that had always captivated him... He longed for the time before. When she was his and he was hers, but now everything had become so complicated."Cam..." he whispered softly, his voice filled with longing, but he had no follow up. No words to take the co
Camden sat on the edge of her bed, her face buried in her hands, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. Embarrassment and frustration washed over her as she replayed the impulsive kiss with Clayton in her mind. She had kissed him. Against her better judgment, and despite all the complications and challenges they were facing, she had kissed him. Her resolve was weakening, and it seemed that the mate bond had a hold on her that was stronger than her own will. She couldn't deny the longing and desire she still felt for him, but as far as she was concerned, he still needed to earn her forgiveness before she could give in to that longing and those desires.Clayton emerged from the room he shared with Matt, ready for the day ahead. He turned to Matt, who was still engrossed in the TV. "Has she come out yet?" Clayton asked, wondering where Camden was. "No, but I wish she would hurry. I'm starving!" Matt yelled out, hoping she would hear him as his impatience mounted. "Wait with her, I need to go a
"Matt! What the fuck are you doing?!" Camden's voice echoed through the room, filled with a mixture of concern and frustration. She stood in the doorway, her weakened state apparent in her pale complexion and frail form. "Shift back! Now!" she commanded firmly, her eyes locked on Matt's. Still in his wolf form, Matt glanced at Clayton, then to Camden, then back to Clayton. Then he shifted closer to Clayton and bit his hand."Matt!" Camden yelled, dashing towards the scene, her movements impeded by the cumbersome moon boot. "Did you just bite me?!" Clayton asked in shocked disbelief as he inspected his bloody hand while Matt shifted back as per Camden's instructions. She inspected Clayton's hand, concern etched on her face. "Relax, it was a love bite," Matt chimed in with a sly grin as he nonchalantly headed to his room to retrieve some pants. He seemed completely unfazed by the intensity of the situation. Although the bite had broken the skin, the injuries appeared to be minor, and wi
"You know, you really are a jerk to him sometimes," Camden said, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and reproach as she rinsed the blood from Clayton's hand."He knows exactly what to say to get under my skin," Clayton replied, annoyed to admit that Matt had any kind of hold over him. "I know, but you can't resort to violence every time he hurts your feelings, Clayton. You're a grown man," Camden admonished, her gaze focused on her task. Clayton sighed, feeling the weight of his actions as Camden ushered him over to the toilet so that he could sit while she tended to his hand.Eventually, he nodded, feeling the truth in her words. "I know," he said with a frown. "I feel like I'm just so angry all the time these days. Like I'm just waiting for something to rub me the wrong way so that I can explode. It's draining," he confessed, a sense of defeat weighing heavy on him. "We're going to have to figure that out too. Have you thought about seeing a doctor? You said Matt suggested it
Matt let out a sigh, wanting to be done with the conversation now. "Just make sure you keep your end of the deal. I'm doing this for Cam... and for what we used to have," he said, his gaze drifting off momentarily as if lost in memories. "You know, I considered going with you, but I know how threatened you feel by me," Matt teased, trying to keep a straight face but unable to do so. Clayton scoffed and chuckled. "I might actually miss you, Matt. Not the part where you trailed after Cam like a lost puppy, or the way you'd watch her move, or the way your hands lingered on her a little too long..." Clayton went on, leaving Matt with a sheepish expression on his face. "But I'll miss you.""God, Clayton, I'm not going to die! Well, actually, I might if they ever find out that I knew about this and never said anything... But let's hope that doesn't happen. Just figure this shit out, okay? If I can help the two of you in any way, let me know, but something tells me this journey doesn't involv
Instead of leading him to the lounge, as Clayton had anticipated, he led him back to the kitchen. The change in setting made the conversation seem more serious. More threatening.Matt took a seat, followed shortly by Clayton, who sat directly opposite him. Matt didn't beat around the bush. "You know I know," he stated. It wasn't a question. Clayton shrugged, seemingly unfazed. Matt sighed before continuing, "Where are you guys going?" he asked, his tone firm and serious. "We don't know yet. We still need to decide. I only just found out about all of this," Clayton replied, feeling a bit annoyed. It was pretty unreasonable of Matt to expect them to already have a plan when he had literally only found out all this life-changing stuff a few minutes ago. He felt like he needed a minute to reflect and to think it all through."Clayton, I'm not fucking around when I say this... If you hurt her, I will fucking end you. We might not be mates anymore, but I still feel responsible for her and p
Camden couldn't help the tiny sob that escaped her lips. To think that Clayton had wondered his whole life whether his parents had loved him broke her heart. Her pregnancy hormones were kicking into overdrive and she could feel that she would start to spiral soon if she didn't regain her focus, so she pressed on, hoping to lighten the situation with a little levity. "Also," she went on, wiping a tear from her eye, "I figured while I was getting the inside scoop on your family history, I'd ask about your real name," she explained. Clayton perked up, very interested to hear what she was about to reveal. "Well, I didn't ask about your first name. I don't know... I felt weird about it. I felt like too much would change if I had to start calling you something else now on top of all this other stuff and I know you as Clayton and it—" she was rambling on when Clayton cut her off. "What is it?" he asked, unable to disguise his curiosity. "Wolfe," she revealed with the tiniest hint of a smile.
Clayton couldn't help the smile that spread across his features. Despite everything Camden was telling him, he couldn't help but feel joy in this one, singular moment.Camden was also wearing a small smile, happy to see his happiness, but simultaneously worried about what the future held for them all."I knew it was a boy," Clayton whispered softly, gazing into Camden's eyes which looked back at him with uncertainty. She nodded. "She said we'll have a girl too. But the girl won't have this... gene, or whatever you call it," Camden replied, sounding a little relieved. Clayton's smile grew even wider and Camden's heart all but burst as she saw his eyes twinkle with excitement at the prospect. "How lucky are we?" he asked, his voice low but filled with anticipation and love. "Well, that has yet to be determined because there are so many things we need to take into consideration here, Clayton," Camden replied, grounding Clayton back in reality. "Like what?" he asked, the momentary high be
Camden followed, trailing behind him as he settled back down at the kitchen table once more. His anger and frustration were all but palpable and Camden felt guilty for having brushed him off and ignored him just now. "How much did you hear?" she asked as she settled back down in her seat. "It doesn't matter. Start from the beginning," he instructed, taking a deep breath as he tried to relax. Camden figured there was no point in trying to sugarcoat things or beat around the bush. It was his truth and he deserved to know. "I told you, I had an... experience. I don't know if it was a vision, or if it was a dream, or if it was something that really happened, just on a different plane of existence. To be honest, I don't want to get too philosophical about it, because it makes me uncomfortable. But I know it happened, and I know it was real because Matt just proved it," Camden explained, fiddling with the sleeve of her wet hoodie. Clayton said nothing, only watching her, waiting for her t
"Sorry... I'm sorry," Clayton immediately apologized, seeing how his reaction had startled Camden. He quickly got up and went to the sink, grabbing a cloth to stop the beer from dripping down onto her lap. "I'm so sorry, babe," he continued to apologize as he soaked up the spilled beer from the table, "I was frustrated. You guys aren't telling me what's going on," he tried to explain, but he knew it was a poor excuse."I need to make a call," Matt announced as he headed out of the kitchen. Light lightening, Camden was up, chasing after him desperately while she left Clayton to mop up his spilled beer and mope as he continued to be ignored."Stop!" she cried, tugging at Matt's arm as she caught up with him in the lounge. "Camden, please... this is hard enough as it is..." he said in a small voice. It was then that she noticed that his eyes were glistening as if he were on the verge of tears. Her anger and panic began to dissipate as he stood in front of her, unmoving."Please..." Camde
"So, when are we leaving?" Matt asked as he stripped off his soaked sweater and pulled a beer out of the fridge. "Want one?" he offered Clayton. "It's not even 6am!" Clayton exclaimed in disbelief. "It's been a rough night," Matt replied with a shrug as he snapped the can open. Clayton regarded him for a moment then relented. "Okay, fine," he agreed, gesturing for a beer from the fridge. Matt smiled and handed him one before taking a long drink of his own.All the while, Camden sat at the kitchen table, fiddling with a pamphlet about the Standing Stones. "You alright?" Clayton asked, resting his hand on her shoulder as he stood behind her. "I dunno..." she admitted, continuing to toy with the pamphlet. "You're soaked, why don't you go take a shower or at least get changed into some dry clothes?" Clayton suggested, brushing a drenched lock of hair behind her ear.She sighed, but made no effort to move, still pressing and folding the paper in front of her. "Baby?" Clayton murmured, brus
"Matt?" Camden whispered, shaking him lightly. He groaned and furrowed his brow, as if annoyed by the intrusion. "Matt?" she whispered again, but suddenly she heard Clayton's voice ringing through the air. "Camden?"She looked up, searching the perimeter of the circle for Clayton. Spotting him, her heart skipped a beat. He stood beside the circle, torn between rushing in and waiting for some kind of confirmation that the ritual was over.Camden wasted no time; she rushed to him as fast as her legs could carry her. Leaping over the salt circle, she jumped into his arms. He caught her eagerly, but his face suddenly fell as he exclaimed, "Babe! The circle!" worry etching his features. "It's fine," she said. "She broke it. There," Camden pointed behind them to a clear break in the salt before smothering him in kisses."I was so worried about you," Clayton murmured, holding her cheeks and looking into her eyes before pulling her to him in a fierce hug. "I'm here. I'm fine," she assured him
Camden sat quietly, contemplating everything she had just learned about her mate and what the implications were for her. She drained her glass of wine with a series of long, deep gulps, only to find that it had been refilled as soon as she moved her hand away from her lips. She let out a small incredulous laugh. "Okay, so quick recap here. Clayton is from a bloodline that dates back to the beginning days of werewolves, he can shift into a werewolf, in the traditional half-man, half-wolf sense, my son will also have this ability, and the whole world will want to kill them for this? Did I miss anything?" she asked, pursing her lips as she waited for Selene's response."Yes. The bloodline cannot die. The end of the Lupi Noctis bloodline will be the beginning of the end for all werewolves," Selene added gravely, her gaze piercing through the dim light of the stone circle. "Their existence is intricately tied to the balance of the natural and supernatural world. Without them, the balance w