As they sped down the road to the hospital, anxiety hung heavy in the car. Camden sat in the passenger seat, her fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the belt of her gown. Her mind was a whirlwind of worry, and tears spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly.Clayton split his focus between the road, determined to get them to the hospital quickly but safely, and Camden, as he cast concerned glances at her. He knew her anxiety all too well. He reached out and gently placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We're almost there, Cam," he said, his voice laced with encouragement. "It's going to be okay."Camden nodded, her voice trembling as she replied, "But what if it's not?" opening the flood gate to a new wave of sobs. Clayton saw the hopelessness on her face and felt his own emotions rising to the surface, tears threatening to spill out of his own eyes as he considered the implication. He had to suppress it though. He needed to keep it together for Camden. Th
Back at the B&B, Matt had been anxiously pacing through the living room. He couldn't sit still, his thoughts consumed by worry for Camden and her baby. He tried to distract himself by watching a movie, but his mind kept drifting back to her.When Clayton's call finally came, Matt stared at his phone, dread filling him. He didn't want to answer, afraid of what Clayton might have to say, but he knew he had to. His hand shook slightly as he slid his finger across the screen to answer the call. "Is Cam okay?" was all he dared to ask, his voice filled with concern. Clayton's voice, brimming with relief, came through the phone. "She's okay. The baby is okay too. We're on our way back." A heavy weight lifted from Matt's shoulders, and he let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. "Thank God," he murmured. "Alright, I guess I'll see you guys in a bit," he finished before they hung up.As Clayton hung up, he turned to Camden, who was still teary-eyed but wearing a small, re
"Come on, Cam. What's wrong?" Clayton asked, holding her close. Her body, still wet from the shower, pressed against him. "I've just been thinking about stuff," she murmured against his chest, her voice muffled. "Thinking about what?" he pressed. "Losing this baby. Then I got thinking about losing you. Then that turned into the thought of you losing me. And now I don't know if I can go through with the Unbonding Ritual, and I don't know what to do," Camden moaned hopelessly, clutching Clayton's shirt with angry fists. "Oh, Cam... " he whispered, wrapping his arms around her protectively as he kissed the top of her wet head. "What do I do? I don't know what to do? No matter what I choose, I let someone down," she whispered, feeling completely helpless and dejected. "Okay..." Clayton soothed her, gently rocking her from side to side. "No more tears, okay? Let's talk about it and we'll try and work it out together, alright? You don't have to figure it all out on your own, babe. You're
Camden set her gaze on Clayton, her eyes brimming with determination, but also fear. "I know what I need to do. I know what I want to do... It's just hard. I feel like I'm putting my needs above the safety of our baby, above our family..." she finished as a lonely tear slid down her cheek. "Cam, we're talking about the rest of your life here. You're going to need to put yourself first to make this decision. I don't want you to be miserable for the rest of your life because you were trying to please everyone else. Don't think of me, don't think of Matt, don't even think of the baby. Think about yourself. Think about what you want. Then do it. It's as simple as a decision, babe," he tried to reassure her. "I think you forget how indecisive I am..." she groaned, rolling her eyes with reproach. "Well, perhaps now is the time to change that. Take control of your life, Cam. Do things for you, don't just stand by and let things happen to you," Clayton encouraged her as he gently tucked a str
Clayton and Camden headed out into the chilly rain, hand in hand. The B&B they were staying at was in a rather remote location, so the walk was quiet and scenic. "Are you okay after this morning?" Clayton eventually asked, not particularly wanting to bring it up now that they both seemed to be in a better frame of mind. But Camden was good at hiding her feelings, so he was worried that she wasn't okay and was simply repressing them. He wanted to be sure that she knew that she could open up to him in the event that she was bottling her emotions up. "I guess I'm alright. I actually feel a bit stupid. Like, I saw blood, and then did some spectacular mental gymnastics and jumped to the worst possible conclusion immediately," she admitted with a frown. "I don't think you overreacted," Clayton reassured her, "I think we did the right thing going to check it out. And now we know for next time. But I hope there isn't a next time," he shook his head, also frowning now as the memory of the morn
The couple walked on, chatting about everything and nothing, enjoying the time alone and the opportunity to spend some quality time together. The rain continued to fall gently, but neither of them minded, enjoying the fresh surroundings and the misty landscape.Camden looked around, scanning the beautiful scenery, ever hopeful that a Highland Cow might appear, when she saw something she didn't expect. She stopped in her tracks and grabbed Clayton by the arm. "What?" he asked, looking at her in puzzlement before following her gaze to a nearby hill. "Woah!" he exclaimed in surprise. "You see that, right? I'm not going crazy... This is real?"she asked, wanting to make certain she wasn't hallucinating. "I see it," he answered, his surprise clear. On the hill was a white wolf, watching them with what appeared to be great interest. "You think it's someone from the Glen Wulver Clan?" he suggested with uncertainty. "It's too small. That's a regular wolf, Clayton. That's not a werewolf. That'
Camden felt an ache in her heart worse than anything she had ever felt before. She lunged at Matt, closing the short distance between them the second she realised what he was doing. She rammed her hand over his mouth, preventing him from saying another word, her face only inches away from his as she looked up at him with disbelief. His eyes looked sad, maybe even teary, and he didn't fight her or try to free himself from her grasp. She felt the dull ache of betrayal in the pit of her stomach before blind rage consumed her.She shoved him and then began to pound at his chest as she screamed hysterically, "How could you do this to me!? How could you try and hurt me like that!? All I've thought about through this entire shitshow is you and your future! How the fuck could you do this to me!?" She was screaming and crying as Clayton rushed in, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her away from Matt, who hadn't done a thing to defend himself against her barrage of blows. "What is going
"I'm so sorry, Cam," Matt apologized, standing up and turning to face her. "Cam, why don't you go lie down, I'll come sit with you again," Clayton suggested as he too stood, trying to defuse the situation. "I don't want to go!" she cried defiantly, "I want to know why, Matt?! Why?" she asked as her lip quivered, fighting back her tears. She was desperate for an answer. Desperate to understand. And she wanted the answer to come from Matt himself.Matt regarded her for a long moment, as if he were trying to think of the right thing to say or how to say it. He stared at her, his jaw was set, like he was grinding his teeth, his eyes red and bloodshot and his shoulders slumped, giving him a look of defeat. It was a strong contrast from his usual aura, which usually seemed to exude an air of confidence, sometimes even just straight up arrogance. Camden was growing impatient as she waited for him to say something. She stalked towards him with determination in every step she took, her eyes bl
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