Matt pressed on, his body pushed to its limits, the exhaustion taking a toll on him. Despite the physical strain, he knew they couldn't afford to slow down. The stakes were too high, and they still had to keep moving. Clayton's surprise appearance was not unwelcome, but Matt hated to admit it. He was annoyed though. Clayton had abandoned Camden when she needed him most. Now he was here to play White Knight at the eleventh hour.As the night wore on, Matt's nerves frayed, his senses attuned to every sound in the darkness. He could hear the thumping of his own heartbeat and the rhythmic pounding of his feet against the ground. In a soft voice, Camden spoke up, her concern evident. "Can't we stop for a bit? You need to rest," she suggested. Matt's determination remained unyielding as he replied, "We can't stop. What if they overpower Clayton and carry on chasing us?" Camden's expression fell with a sigh. "I'm sorry," she frowned, regret tinged in her voice. Matt's response was curt, "Now
Camden slowly opened her bleary eyes, wincing at the bright light that greeted her. Her head throbbed, and a dry sensation clung to her mouth. Confusion clouded her mind as she struggled to remember where she was. Gradually, her vision cleared, and she managed to make out a dark-haired figure slouched on a chair beside her. "Matt?" she croaked, her voice weak and hoarse. Instantly, he stirred from his slumber, gripping the bed and searching for her hand. "Camden! Finally!" he exclaimed breathlessly. Clayton rushed into her line of vision from the other side of the room, gripping her other hand tightly. "Clayton," she rasped, a small smile tugging at her lips."How are you feeling?" Clayton asked, his voice deep and soothing, tenderly kissing her fingers. Camden managed to utter a single word, "Water." Matt swiftly stood up, pouring some water from the jug next to her bed. He held the cup to her lips, gently helping her sit up to drink. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice sounding a l
Camden's heart tightened in her chest as Matt gently asked her about the harrowing encounter with the pack of rogues. Her mind immediately drifted to Jake, the terrible sound he had made when she had impaled him with the metal rod. Then her thoughts turned to Jamie, his beautiful, vibrant gray eyes, as she watched the life in them ebbing away. The memory of his death stabbed at her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes."Matt, I did some terrible things. I'm so ashamed," Camden confessed, her voice filled with remorse, as another tear escaped and trailed down her cheek. Matt placed his hand tenderly on her stomach over the hospital gown. It was the first time someone had touched her belly besides herself, and though it felt strange, she found comfort in his warm, gentle touch. "Cam, you were trying to stay alive. You were trying to protect your baby," Matt reassured her, his voice filled with understanding and compassion. "I was, but maybe I didn't have to go as hard as I did. I feel
Matt had leaned forward and kissed Camden, surprising both himself and her. In that fleeting moment, she had let it happen, allowing herself to be swept up in the intensity of the connection between them. When he broke the kiss, leaving them breathless, she couldn't help but ask, "Why did you do that?" Matt's lips curled into a small smile as he shrugged. "I wanted to see how it feels," he confessed, his eyes locked with hers. The fire that had ignited within him during the kiss still burned brightly. "And how did it feel?" Camden inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like fire," Matt answered, his voice filled with a mixture of passion and vulnerability. "Like fire spreading through my veins and setting alight all my senses." Camden found herself unable to look away from him, drawn to the depth of his gaze and the sincerity in his words. All she could do was nod, the weight of their connection and the complexity of their situation bearing down on her.Amidst the charged silenc
Clayton stormed out of Camden's hospital room, his emotions overwhelming him. Anger, frustration, and despair consumed his being as he walked a few paces past her room before giving up and slumping against the wall, tears welling up in his eyes. He had broken everything beyond repair. The best thing that had ever happened to him, he had wrecked with his own foolishness. He had promised Camden forever, but now he had ruined the rest of his life. There was no one else to blame but himself, and the weight of that realization was utterly devastating.Feeling lost and unsure of what to do next, Clayton didn't know who to turn to. He briefly considered confiding in Chase, but the thought of admitting his mistakes and stupidity to him made him feel sick to his stomach. As he wrestled with his thoughts, his phone suddenly rang, interrupting his internal turmoil. The number displayed on the screen was unfamiliar, causing him to hesitate for a moment before reluctantly answering the call."Mr.
Clayton made his way to Alpha Thomas and Luna Grace's home, his thoughts in disarray after receiving the news from the doctor. The realization that he was going to be a father had settled in, regardless of whether Camden wanted to be with him or not. The baby was his, and that fact weighed heavily on his mind. He didn't need paternity tests to confirm it. The truth had been glaringly obvious all along, he had just refused to believe it.His feet had led him to the Alpha's home without any thought. He was on auto pilot, lost in his thoughts. He knocked on the door, still deep in contemplation as he waited for someone to answer. The door swung open, revealing the housekeeper. "Hi, is Alpha Thomas home?" Clayton asked, his voice slightly absent-minded. "He is. Come in and take a seat. I'll let him know you're here," she replied, inviting Clayton inside and leading him to the living room.Clayton sank onto the plush brown leather couch, his head resting in his hands, as he waited for Alph
Clayton headed back to the packhouse feeling a little more hopeful than he had before speaking to Alpha Thomas. He was determined to do everything in his power to try and fix things with Camden. He was going to fight for her. For their relationship. For his family. He wanted the picture perfect life he had always been too scared to dream of. If she would just take him back, he would do everything he could to make it work for them. He'd been such an idiot and the full gravity of the situation hadn't hit him until afterwards, when he could sit and reflect on all that he had had and all that he had lost. A loving and supportive mate with a kind heart and a gentle spirit who was as beautiful as she was sweet. And a baby. A possibility he hadn't even allowed himself the opportunity to consider for fear that he would be crushed by the longing for something he could never have. He would be a father now and the thought filled him with fear, but also joy and pride. He couldn't wait to meet the
As Clayton waited for the flowers to be delivered to the medical center, he found solace in tidying up his and Camden's room. As he put things back in their places, he was struck by just how empty it felt without Camden. Her things were all around him, but she wasn't and the place felt hollow and empty. He could only imagine how empty and hollow the rest of his life would feel without her.As he worked, he also tried to get his own mind straight. He needed to consider the true depth of his situation with Camden. He wanted to be sure that he could handle anything she threw at him, any situation or proposition, he wanted to have a game plan. He wanted her to know that he was taking this seriously and really had considered everything thoughtfully and carefully.Suddenly, a knock on the door startled Clayton, pulling him from his thoughts. Curious, he opened the door slightly and was met by Chase, the Alpha and Luna's son, standing on the other side. "Chase, what are you doing here?" Clay
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