"Is it 5 pm already?!" Camden exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. "I suppose it is," Clayton replied, a hint of surprise in his voice. "The weather, it makes it difficult to judge when you can’t see the sun." He shrugged, his eyes lingering on the dancing flames. Camden, feeling a renewed burst of energy following her win, realised she was famished. "Shall I make us something to eat?" she offered, her gaze moving from Clayton to the kitchen. "Sure," Clayton smiled eagerly. "If you're feeling up to it." Camden's smile mirrored his, as she made her way to the kitchen. "Let's see what we have here."She began rummaging through cupboards and shelves, searching for ingredients. After a brief moment of contemplation, she settled on a box of mac and cheese, a familiar comfort food. "You eat spicy food, right?" she asked Clayton, who was busy tidying up the rest of the cabin as she cooked. "Yeah, sure," he said, wondering what she was getting up to. As Camden cooked, adding
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULTCamden groaned, her forehead resting on Clayton's chest as she took a deep breath. She trailed her hands down his arms, their fingers intertwining. "Just to make it clear, I'm suffering just as much as you are here. It's a real struggle not to rip those boxers off of you," she said playfully, her teeth nipping at one of his nipples. "Arg... Cam, you're such a tease!" he moaned, his desire evident in his voice. "You're killing me over here!"Camden stepped back giving him a cold look, her playful demeanour vanishing in an instant. "Please don't say that," she said firmly, her eyes filled with a mix of rage and pain. “I’m sorry… I… I thought you were into it,” Clayton apologised awkwardly, uncertain of what was going on and what had changed between them so suddenly. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and continued, "Listen, I was, and I'm sorry." Her voice softened with genuine remorse. "I just..." She trailed off, her emotions swirling within her.
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT"I don't want to push you," Clayton urged gently, his voice filled with compassion, "but did you know him?" His words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Camden took a deep breath, gathering her strength to share another painful piece of her past. "I did," she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. "He was my boyfriend." She let out a bitter laugh, filled with self-deprecation. "I thought I was in love. I thought he was so sweet and so hot, and I was just a stupid 16-year-old girl." Tears welled up in Camden's eyes once again, but they flowed silently, her pain etched across her face. "He told me he wanted to show me something and led me into the forest," she continued, her voice trembling with the weight of her memories. "I thought he had some elaborate romantic surprise planned, like the waterfall or some beautiful scenic spot like that. But I was so naive and stupid."Clayton listened intently, his heart aching for the young girl who had be
Sitting in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the flickering flames of the fire, Camden's sobs had subsided, and her tears had ceased their flow. With her arms securely wrapped around Clayton's neck and his embrace around her waist, she finally felt safe—safe from her past, safe from her fears. "Thank you," Camden whispered into Clayton's ear, her voice barely audible. The weight she had carried for years felt lighter, as if shared between them. "I'll always be here for you, Cam. You can tell me anything. We can get through anything together, okay?" Clayton reassured her, his voice filled with unwavering support. Camden nodded against his shoulder, finding solace in his words.They remained entwined, finding comfort and strength in each other's presence. Time seemed to blur as they held onto one another, basking in the warmth of their connection. Eventually, Clayton sensed Camden's exhaustion, her body growing limp in his embrace. "Are you tired?" he asked gently, his voice a ten
Clayton awoke to the gentle sound of rain tapping on the windows, the soft rhythm creating a soothing backdrop to the peaceful morning. As he opened his eyes, he found himself greeted by the sight of Camden, her breathing steady and serene. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he realized how lucky he was to have her by his side. Snuggling closer to Camden's neck, he revelled in the intoxicating scent of her skin. His lips brushed against her soft flesh, leaving a trail of delicate kisses along her jawline, down to her neck and along her collarbone. "Mmmmmmm...." Camden moaned, her voice husky with sleep. "That feels good," she murmured, her eyes still closed. "Go back to sleep," Clayton whispered, his breath caressing her skin. "How can I sleep when it feels like a thousand volts of electricity is running through my body?" Camden responded, her sleepy voice laced with desire. Clayton's smile deepened, enjoying the knowledge that he made her feel this way.Camden rolled onto her side,
Camden awoke to the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She stretched, lazily opening her eyes, and turned to see Clayton bustling about in the kitchen. "Coffee?" he offered with a smile. Camden shook her head, feeling a pang of guilt that he had likely made it for her. "No, thanks, I don't really drink coffee," she confessed. "I prefer tea." Clayton's eyes widened in astonishment. "What?! Who doesn't drink coffee?" he exclaimed, clearly dumbfounded by this new revelation. Camden chuckled softly. "Well, I guess that would be me," she replied. "How do you wake up in the morning?" Clayton asked, still trying to take in this new information. "Well, I mean, the same way everyone else does. I open my eyes and then I'm awake." She laughed. "Fuck," Clayton grumbled as he rummaged through cupboards and shelves. "I don't think I even have tea." He said with a frown. "That's okay." Camden mused. "I'm sure I'll survive without it."Clayton's eyes sparkled as an idea formed in his mind. "
Camden shifted too, following Clayton back to the cabin. They once again leapt and bounded through the forest, enjoying their time together in their wolf forms. Clayton was faster than Camden, but Camden was more agile. The pair zig-zagged through the trees, playfully competing to be the first one back to the cabin. Their joyous yips and howls echoed through the woods, a testament to their deep bond.Suddenly, Camden let out a piercing howl of pain, causing Clayton to come to an abrupt halt. He turned around, his eyes scanning the forest, searching for his mate. He spotted her pale fur a little further back and bolted toward her to see what had happened. As he approached, his heart sank at the sight before him. Camden’s front right paw was ensnared in a bear trap, blood staining her fur. Clayton quickly shifted back into his human form. "Fuck!" he shouted, frustration and concern coursing through his veins. "Why are there fucking bear traps out here?!" Camden whimpered, trying her bes
Clayton grabbed a towel and began drying his hair, letting it hang loose to air dry. Camden lay in front of the crackling fireplace, feeling the warmth slowly seep into her body, her muddy toes peeking out from under the cozy blanket. "Cam?" Clayton called out. "Yeah?" she replied, her voice filled with weariness. "I'm making myself some coffee. Can I make you some hot chocolate?" Clayton offered. "Mmmm... Sounds good," Camden replied. "Well, actually, I'm making myself an Irish coffee, if I'm being honest," Clayton confessed. "It's been one of those days..." he sighed. "And it's only 2 pm..." Camden perked up. "Make it two Irish coffees," She stated, eager to feel the calm relaxation that the whiskey might offer. "Are you being serious?" Clayton questioned, knowing that she hated coffee and didn’t seem particularly fond of whiskey either. "Yup. Like you said, it's been a rough day."Clayton brought over the drinks, and Camden sat up, reaching out her good arm from under the blanket t