"You know, you could have just left this shit in the car. I don't know why you brought it out," Matt complained as he picked up the bags of salt that Clayton had hauled in earlier. Clayton had followed him to the kitchen and the pair were now carting the bags back to the car. "I know. I guess I wasn't thinking straight," Clayton replied with a dejected sigh.
"I need to go get those vials. I'll call Cam while I'm inside, but then I think we need to get going," Matt urged, heading back into the house. "Yeah, you're probably right," Clayton agreed, looking at the darkening sky overhead and the last evidence of light from the sun blasting a vibrant pink hue over the horizon. He climbed into the front seat and waited. This was absolutely not how he wanted this day to go. Things between himself and Camden had been going so well, but now it felt like there was a ravine between them again. And the worst part was that there was no time for them to reconcile and get their
"You ready?" Clayton asked Camden, looking for her confirmation. "Absolutely not... but I never will be. Let's just get this over with," she groaned with a lingering note of defeat in her voice.Clayton took her hand firmly. The temptation to tell her to forget the whole thing and just jump on a plane together and head out on the first flight to anywhere was strong. But they'd thought this through a million times and this was the way forward. They were finally at the very last stage of their journey, and there was no space for doubt now.He couldn't imagine all the worries and thoughts that must have been swirling through Camden's mind, so he made himself a promise. He wouldn't be an extra worry for her. Clayton vowed that he would keep his shit together and he would take on as much of the burden as he could. He didn't want her to battle with trivial shit that he could take care of.With steady and determined steps the trio headed in the direction of the standing stones. They loomed u
Camden was wiping away tears and trying to steady her breathing when Matt returned to their chosen spot. "You okay?" he asked, holding her elbow reassuringly. She shook her head as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and panic. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together, okay? You aren't in this alone. I'm right here with you and I won't leave your side," he assured her, resulting in a small sigh of relief and a nod of agreement as she acknowledged this. She wouldn't be alone. If it couldn't be Clayton by her side, she was grateful it was Matt.Camden turned to face Clayton, giving him one last forlorn wave before a sob escaped her lips and Matt enveloped her in his arms. "Good luck! I'm right here if you need anything!" Clayton called to them, his voice ringing with hope as he poured the last of the salt out, completing the circle.Suddenly all sound within the circle died and Matt and Camden were shrouded in total and absolute silence."What just happened? Why's it so qui
While everything outside the salt circle seemed to have disappeared into oblivion for those within its confines, those outside its borders were continuing to live their lives as if nothing were amiss. Everyone except Clayton, that is.As soon as he had closed the salt circle, a haze seemed to settle over the standing stones. He could see movement within the circle, but it was blurry, like he was wearing glasses that were too strong for his eyes. He also noted that he couldn't hear Matt or Camden's voices anymore, aside from some strange, occasional whispering. "Camden?!" he called, waiting in vain for a response. He made his way around the circle, hoping it was just his imagination or some trick of the light or some atmospheric pressure anomaly or something, but he walked the whole way around the circle and there was no change in visibility. It was as if everything inside the salt line was shrouded in some kind of ethereal mist.Frustrated, he sat down, waiting to see how the night wo
"My first shift?" Matt asked, an underlying hint of embarrassment clear in his voice. "Yeah. Tell me about it," Camden pressed with a smile, figuring that might be a good way to fill the time. She'd done her absolute best not to get to know Matt better, certain that it would only make it harder to go through with the ritual. But they were here now. The process had begun, and she decided there was no harm in getting to know one another a little better."God... It's an embarrassing story. I don't know if I want to tell you about it..." Matt revealed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I'm sure it can't be THAT bad," Camden chipped in with a chuckle. "Oh it's bad..." Matt went on, a slight blush now rising in his cheeks. "Well now you have to tell me," Camden insisted with a look of excitement and anticipation as she shifted to a cross-legged position to get more comfortable. "Cam..." Matt tried to decline, but she was persistent. "Come on... You can ask me anything too. I'm bored.
"Obviously, I wanna hear about it! I hope it's worse than my story so that I can laugh at you rather than cringing at myself," she groaned with embarrassment.Matt went on to tell her all about his first kiss and how the girl he had been kissing had sneezed in his face the second their lips made contact. Their stories got progressively more embarrassing as they opened up to one another without prompting, feeling lighter as they shared parts of themselves they had never dared to share with anyone else. The time passed quickly as their laughter filled the air, reverberating off the stones. The pair felt more connected to one another than ever before and were enjoying the sense of closeness and familiarity and camaraderie they held here at the base of the towering standing stones."I don't know how I'm ever going to look at you with a straight face again," Camden said with a chuckle as she untied her unruly braided pigtails. "Well, just remembe
Without missing a beat, Matt shifted the conversation once more, not wanting her to feel pressured into telling him more when she was clearly uncomfortable about it. He did want to leave the door open to the conversation though, in case she was looking for help but struggling to ask. "Well, do you want to hear about my first time then? Or do you maybe want to talk about something else? Otherwise, we can talk about this more if you want?" he offered, wanting to give her the power to determine how she wanted the conversation to go. "Tell me about Motocross," she requested, glad to change the subject onto a lighter note and something that would take the spotlight off of her for the moment.Matt gave her a small smile and obliged, letting her know all about his obsession with the sport. Under normal circumstances she likely would have fallen asleep if someone else had been rattling off all the details to her, but this was Matt, and he always managed to captivate her
She knew she should stop this before it went any further. She should push him away or at the very least turn her cheek away from him. But she couldn't. She was rooted to the spot, her eyes locked on his as much as his were on hers.His fingers trailed from her cheek, up until they were winding through her hair, pulling her hood back to reveal her signature wild waves, which were only enhanced by the persistent drizzle. Then his fingers found their way back to her cheek, trailing down now as they cradled her neck. She found her gaze shifting from his eyes down to his lips as her heart pumped liquid fire through her veins. She wanted him, NEEDED him, now more than ever before. The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity and the wind suddenly picked up, as if reflecting the brewing storm within them.Slowly, Matt leaned in, his movements confident yet reserved. Like a magnet, she realised her own movements were mirroring his as she leaned up toward him, their lips only a breat
As the night wore on, Clayton's frustration began to give way to a deeper, more profound sense of helplessness. He realized that this was more than just a physical separation; it was a trial that tested the very limits of his trust and love. He had to believe that Camden was strong enough to face whatever lay ahead, and that their love was strong enough to endure this ultimate test.He thought about their journey, the highs and lows, the moments of pure bliss, and the depths of despair. He remembered the day they had met, as if fate had thrown her at him out there in the woods. He couldn't even remember what he'd been doing there that day, so far from the cabin. But when he'd seen her, sobbing helplessly on the forest floor, he knew he had to help her. He had to protect her. She'd given his life meaning, and he was certain that their souls were intertwined on some level. The thought anchored him, giving him strength to hold on and have faith that everything would be okay.As midnight
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