Clayton turned on the ignition and casually ate as he drove, demolishing the first half of his roast beef sandwich in two swift bites. "So..." he said, cutting through the tense silence that had befallen the car, "Are you excited yet?" he asked Camden, trying to remind her of the good mood she had been in only a little while ago. "I guess," she mumbled unconvincingly before taking an unenthusiastic bite of her own sandwich"I'm pretty sure you're going to love it," Clayton stated, trying to hype it up and reignite her excitement. She nodded and gave him a weak smile, but he could tell her heart wasn't in it. Obviously, something had happened between her and Matt that had put a damper on her day, he thought with annoyance. "Do you still wanna do this?" he asked, his tone genuine and sincere. It wasn't a threat, he just didn't want her to be in a miserable mood when she should have been excited and happy. He tried not to blame Matt, but he was certain he was the reason for the sudden sh
Camden's face broke into an enormous smile and she raced over to the fence where the lone cow stood. Its shaggy orange-brown coat was gently tousled in the cool breeze as it chewed aimlessly, seemingly oblivious to Camden's presence. It was right on the fence line and Camden could have reached out to touch it with no trouble. Without much thought, that's exactly what she did.With reckless abandon, she ran her fingers through the long, soft fur on the beast's flank. She giggled with absolute joy. Making her way up, she drew her fingers over the fuzzy creature, eventually ending up with her hand trailing through the hair covering it's eyes, which she gently parted, allowing it to see her as she stroked its moist nose lovingly.Clayton and Matt had approached behind her and were both beaming, watching her with awe as she petted the enormous, horned beast. She was standing on the bottom beam of the wooden fence, trying to gain better access to
Camden sighed and lazed back in her seat, mesmerized by the sunset as she reflected on the day. Her heart was full and she was content. "Wanna stop for a drink?" Clayton suggested spontaneously. "Oooh!" Matt exclaimed, perking up. "Yeah, why not?" Camden agreed, basking in the warm afterglow of the day and not wanting it to end just yet. Camden found a pub on the GPS that was only a few minutes away and only a little detour from their route home, and with that, the decision was made. "What's it called?" Matt asked curiously. "The Black Dog?" Camden replied uncertainly, double checking the GPS on her phone to make sure she was remembering correctly. She was, it was indeed The Black Dog. The sun was still up when they arrived at the pub, but it was making a swift decent and all would likely be cast in shadow within the next hour or two, Camden figured. The pub was remarkably busy, in her opinion, based on where they were and the time of da
"Clayton, whose driving?" Camden suddenly asked, realising that Clayton was drinking. "Me?" he replied with a shrug. "You're drinking..." she added, uncertain as to how he wasn't putting two and two together here. "I've barely had two beers. It's going to take a lot more than that to get me to a point where I won't be able to drive," he announced with a chuckle. "I can drive if you want to drink tonight?" she offered. "Can you drive a stick shift?" he asked curiously, feeling that he likely already knew the answer. "Yeah," she replied, sounding a little offended. He looked taken aback by the revelation. "What?" she asked, wondering what was so surprising about this fact. "I can ride a bike too," she added with a smirk, hoping that would really knock the wind out of his sails. Not only did it do just that, but Matt started choking and sputtering on his beer. "What?!" he managed to gasp between coughs. "Jesus Christ... Do you guys think I'm like some kind of pathetic princess who is i
"I can't carry you, so don't get paralytic, okay?" she warned them both, beginning to worry slightly about where the evening might be headed at this rate. The cockney guy left the table and the groom was still desperately trying to explain something to Matt, but he seemed disinterested, his focus appearing to shift to Camden now instead. Both he and Clayton watched her intently. She figured the alcohol had done nothing but flare up the mate bonds, and this would likely make the evening far more awkward than it needed to be... A little like the last time in all honesty. "So when are you getting married?" Camden asked innocently, trying to help Matt out of the awkward conversation he clearly wanted no part in. "Next Saturday," the groom-to-be answered with a genuine smile. Camden couldn't help but smile back. The man seemed so happy and content, dare she say, eager. "Well, congrats. I'm sure you'll have many happy years together," she added with a caring smile. He beamed back at her,
Camden excused herself, heading for the toilets to try and escape the awkwardness and embarrassment she was feeling. Once in the bathroom, she tried to reason it out. Matt was a joker, she knew that. He'd conveyed it as a joke, and Clayton had even piggybacked it with a joke of his own. It was a joke. It had to be, right? But for some reason, she was still struggling to take it as that. She reminded herself that he had also been drinking. So, obviously she shouldn't take everything he said so seriously. She just needed to push this to the back of her mind now, and try to enjoy the evening. It could be her last, after all.With a refocused mindset, she headed back out, determined to brush it off and enjoy the rest of their time at the pub. Matt and Clayton were laughing about something when she returned to her seat and she noted a fresh cocktail settled in front of her. "What the hell is this thing?" she asked, eyeballing the purple and green liquid swirling insi
Camden drove without any issues or difficulties while Matt and Clayton took verbal jabs at one another in the backseat, laughing all the while. Camden noted how they seemed to be deteriorating as time passed, and the longer they sat in the car, the more drunk they seemed to be getting as the not-so-funny jokes appeared to get more and more humorous for them. Soon enough, they were back safely at their Airbnb. "See? And no one was driven off a cliff," Camden smiled, referring to the uneventful drive home. "I know, I'm sorry," Clayton conceded, climbing out the back seat. "You did hit a pothole though..." he mumbled under his breath. "But did you die!?" Camden yelled at him, her voice ringing with annoyance. "It's dark, there are no streetlamps and it was a dirt road, Clayton! I swear, I could ki..." she was busy threatening him when he leaned down and kissed her, the words swallowed and forgotten as his hand cupped her cheek. When she broke the kiss she saw tha
Matt loosened his grip on her and whispered into her ear, "If I don't let you go now I'm going to get you in trouble." Camden sighed and reluctantly released her grip on his shirt, allowing her hands to drop slowly until they were resting loosely at her sides, but her forehead still lingered against his chest. "I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you. I never meant to let you get too close. I knew it would just end up hurting more, and I was right," she said in a hushed voice, her words slightly muffled as she spoke into his chest. "I know. I don't blame you," he murmured as he lovingly brushed his fingers through her hair. "I wish it didn't have to be so hard," she added, finally looking up at him now as she wiped a glistening tear from her eye before it could fall. "Me too. But it is. And I guess there isn't much we can do about it," Matt finished with a resigned shrug. The unspoken tension enveloped them, a silent acknowledgment of what could never be.
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