Clayton hurried back to the pack house from the Alpha and Luna's home. It was well into the night when he left and the darkness was thick without any moonlight or stars, thanks to the heavy cloud cover. He felt the wind pick up, icy and frigid, as a pang of guilt shot through him. He thought of Camden out there in the same freezing wind without so much as a raincoat or an umbrella to protect her from the looming storm. Just then, the rain began to fall. A fine but persistent mist that gently pattered down on the land, dampening all that it came into contact with within moments. As Clayton arrived under the shelter of the pack house porch, the rain began to fall in earnest. Fat, heavy drops began to pummel down as he sought refuge inside.He headed up the stairs to his room in a daze. So much had happened over the last 48 hours, he was struggling to come to terms with it. First the appearance of Matt - the surprise second mate, and then the announcement of a baby. It was all too much i
Clayton woke up early, his body weary from a night plagued by restless thoughts and dreams. He wasn't even sure when he had fallen asleep, he'd tossed and turned for hours and hours, contemplating all the possible outcomes of his situation. None of which brought him any hope. The life he had once envisioned with Camden seemed like a fading dream, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.Despite the weariness that clung to his bones, Clayton forced himself to get up and get dressed in preparation for the day ahead. For his impending doctor's visit. He headed downstairs to the kitchen, noting that his appetite was non-existant, and he couldn't bring himself to eat anything substantial. He settled for a cup of coffee, hoping the caffeine would give him some energy and much needed motivation. With a heavy heart, he made his way to the pack's medical centre, keeping the promise he had made to Alpha Thomas.Nervousness tinged his every step as he entered the medical centre, his min
Camden, still in her wolf form, endured a wretched night. The storm unleashed its fury upon her, with icy winds, relentless rain, and thunder that seemed to shake the earth. She doubted she managed to steal even an hour of sleep. To make matters worse, hunger gnawed at her belly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since the day before. In her haste to leave, she hadn't thought of packing any food or snacks. Not even a bottle of water. She was annoyed with herself for the stupidity of her oversight.Drenched, tired, and utterly miserable, Camden weighed her options. Should she press on, hoping to stumble upon some berries or perhaps even catch a deer for a much-needed meal? Or should she turn back? But the thought of facing Clayton's disappointed and furious face made her quickly dismiss that idea. So, with a heavy sigh, she resolved to keep moving. She didn't bother to run. No one was following her. If Clayton had come after her he surely would have found her by now. She had left the
The werewolves considered Camden for a moment, clearly uncertain of what to do next. After sharing a glance with one another, they too shifted into their human forms. Both of them were men. One was tall and incredibly muscular. His biceps as big as Camden's thighs. He had short cropped dark hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. His partner in crime was significantly shorter than him, but still taller than Camden. He was also muscular and had dark hair, but it was long and wavy and he had copper skin. Camden sat before them, probably quite a pathetic sight. Her long blonde hair hung loose as she tried to use it to cover her breasts. She was covered in mud and scratches and was still holding her aching ribs, trying to catch her breath."We thought you were a man," the tall one said in a deep, gruff voice. The smaller man chimed in, adding, "Your wolf is big," as if to explain their initial aggressive response. Camden felt a mix of relief and fear that she had shifted. It might have sa
Camden sat in silence on the dusty, worn-out couch, her gaze fixed on the darkness as it saturated outside, seeping through the dusty windows. As she watched she observed the flickering glow of a colossal bonfire, its warmth unable to reach her confined space. Jake and Kai moved about the hunting lodge, lighting candles to provide some kind of illumination inside. As Camden's adrenaline began to ebb away, so too did her warmth. She pulled her feet up on the couch, crossing her ankles and pulling her knees into her chest to try and conserve warmth in her still naked body. "I'm cold," she whispered, looking at Kai, hoping he would take pity on her. He sighed and left the room, returning with a musty blanket which he tossed to her. She wrapped herself up, grateful for the warmth it provided as well as the barrier between her naked form and Jake's lingering eyes.As the minutes stretched on, the men watched her in silence as Camden tried to formulate some kind of plan before this Jamie ch
Jamie had asked Camden why she believed she was there, and she wasn't too sure how to answer. Instead, she took a hearty gulp of wine. Realising she had been quiet for too long and needed to give him some kind of an answer, she began, "Um..." she sighed deeply. "I think..." she trailed off, wondering if her idea would work and how to phrase her response. Then she had it. "I think maybe it's because of you," she finally said, her cheeks reddening as she glanced away, avoiding eye contact, trying to seem coy. She took another gulp of wine, trying to steady her nerves. "Me?" Jamie asked, clearly intrigued. "What does your being here have to do with me?" His gaze remained fixed on her, focusing on her lips. Camden exhaled deeply and drained the last of the wine in her glass. "I don't know exactly," she confessed. "I just feel drawn to you," she lied, feeling disgusted with herself. "That's interesting," Jamie said, his eyes never leaving her. "Because I feel the same way." "Well that's a
TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE"You must be tired," Jamie said sympathetically. "Come with me, you can stay in my room," he said, standing up and reaching his hand out to help her to her feet. She gratefully accepted it with a smile, then he ushered her to a room just off to the side of the lounge they had been sitting in. The room was dark as she walked in. "Hang on, let me get some candles," Jamie said thoughtfully as he hurried back to the lounge to retrieve two candles. He led her into the room, using the candles to guide the way. It was cluttered with furniture from other parts of the house, as they carried out their 'renovations', but there was a large, comfortable-looking bed and, even more exciting to Camden, there was a window with no glass. "Get comfortable, I'll join you later," Jamie said, causing Camden's stomach to churn. Thankfully, she was facing away from him because she couldn't help the shift in her expression from relief to fear. She managed to pull herself tog
Camden awoke to the feel of someone gently stroking her hair. Once again, her mind immediately drew up pictures of Clayton's face, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Jamie looking at her with longing eyes. She realized she was snuggled against him, and he was smiling at her. "Good morning," he whispered. "Morning," she croaked, her voice thick with sleep. "How did you sleep?" he asked. "Pretty good actually," she replied honestly, a smile brewing on her lips. "How about you?" she asked. "Pretty good," he replied, smiling brightly. "How are your ribs?" he asked, his brows suddenly furrowing as he thought about her complaint during the night. "They hurt," she frowned. "But I've had worse," she said, thinking of some of her previous sword fighting injuries, though he obviously deduced that she was talking about her fictional abusive ex-mate."Can I see?" he asked. Camden frowned. "I guess," she said, feeling awkward exposing herself to him. She lifted the oversized t-shirt she had sle
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