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
Clayton turned back around, his eyes meeting hers, a mixture of surprise and eagerness in his expression. "Are you sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Camden nodded, a blush rising in her cheeks. A surge of anticipation coursed through Clayton's veins, and with an enormous smile, he took her hand, hurriedly leading her outside. "Let's go, before you realize you're acting crazy and change your mind," he teased, his voice filled with excitement.They ventured out into the rain, the icy drizzle making contact with Camden's naked skin, eliciting a gasp from her. Clayton removed his sweatpants, hanging them on a nearby tree. Then he adjusted the water temperature for the outdoor shower, ensuring it was just right. With a mischievous grin, he pulled Camden under the spray with him. She shivered as the warm water cascaded over her, her body responding to both the chill of the rain and the heat of their intimate connection. Clayton couldn't resist the magnetic attraction between them, pullin
Camden burrowed into Clayton's neck, relishing the warmth and comfort of their intertwined bodies. His scratchy beard tickled her nose as she nuzzled against him, finding solace in his presence. She curled into a ball of pure bliss and fulfilment, her injured arm draped over Clayton's chest. In the tranquil aftermath of their passionate union, a sense of serenity washed over them.Clayton's smile beamed with genuine happiness as he looked down at Camden, his heart overflowing with love. "I love you," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of his emotions. Camden, her eyes closed, basked in the tender moment, her expression radiating contentment. She felt the profound truth in Clayton's words, and her heart responded in kind. "I love you too," she murmured softly, her voice filled with sincerity.Shifting slightly, Clayton rolled over onto his side, his gaze fixed on the woman lying beside him. The sight of her flushed face, damp with perspiration and adorned with a rosy hue, capt
"I'm not sure what to make of that," Camden admitted, a little confused and uncomfortable. "It scares me a little, if I'm being honest." "I'm also not sure what it's supposed to mean," Clayton said, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "Maybe it's nothing. Just a coincidence." Camden's eyes darted back to the tattoo, gently tracing the delicate script with her finger. "Maybe," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "but it feels like a pretty significant coincidence."After a few moments of silence, both of them lost in thought as to what this might mean, Camden asked, "What was his name?" Clayton's smile bloomed across his features as memories came flooding back to him. "Bingo," he said softly, the nostalgia evident in his voice. "Bingo?!" Camden exclaimed with a small laugh. "What kind of dog was he?" she asked, genuinely intrigued. "A rottweiler," Clayton replied. "He was the best. So strong and protective, but at the same time, so gentle and patient with me." "He sounds a
Clayton nestled back into Camden's chest, finding solace in her arms and the feel of her soft skin against his own. "What a fucking day," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her skin. Camden chuckled softly, her fingers tracing soothing circles on his back. "Tell me about it," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and relief. "Quite the emotional rollercoaster. I'm actually exhausted." Exhaling deeply, Camden released the tension from her body, savouring the weight of Clayton resting against her.Clayton, lying against her chest, listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. His fingertips gently stroked her ribs, his touch tender and loving. Breaking the comfortable silence, he turned to face her. "So, no tattoos for you?" he asked playfully. "I mean, I didn't see any on you, and I did a pretty thorough search." Camden smiled, her eyes filled with amusement. "No, no tattoos for me," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of contemplation. "It feels like a real
Camden awoke to the sound of rain gently drumming on the windows. She reached her arm out to Clayton's side of the bed, searching for him, but he wasn't there. Camden sat up, confused and a little cold. She pulled the covers around herself and rubbed her eyes, looking around groggily. She stretched and yawned, trying to wake herself up. Just then, Clayton opened the door and strode in. "Ah, you're up," he announced with a smile. "Mmmm..." She groaned, her eyes still sleepy. "We need to talk." Clayton said, his good mood evident in his chirpy demeanour. Camden looked up at him through bleary eyes, her confusion clear on her face as she tried to understand what he could possibly want to discuss so early in the morning. "Can I wake up first?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep still. "Oh, right, sure," Clayton replied with a small apologetic smile. "Can I get you anything?" he suggested, looking for a way to jolt her into wakefulness so that he could tell her what was on his mind. "So