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Camden set her gaze on Clayton, her eyes brimming with determination, but also fear. "I know what I need to do. I know what I want to do... It's just hard. I feel like I'm putting my needs above the safety of our baby, above our family..." she finished as a lonely tear slid down her cheek. "Cam, we're talking about the rest of your life here. You're going to need to put yourself first to make this decision. I don't want you to be miserable for the rest of your life because you were trying to please everyone else. Don't think of me, don't think of Matt, don't even think of the baby. Think about yourself. Think about what you want. Then do it. It's as simple as a decision, babe," he tried to reassure her. "I think you forget how indecisive I am..." she groaned, rolling her eyes with reproach. "Well, perhaps now is the time to change that. Take control of your life, Cam. Do things for you, don't just stand by and let things happen to you," Clayton encouraged her as he gently tucked a str

The couple walked on, chatting about everything and nothing, enjoying the time alone and the opportunity to spend some quality time together. The rain continued to fall gently, but neither of them minded, enjoying the fresh surroundings and the misty landscape.Camden looked around, scanning the beautiful scenery, ever hopeful that a Highland Cow might appear, when she saw something she didn't expect. She stopped in her tracks and grabbed Clayton by the arm. "What?" he asked, looking at her in puzzlement before following her gaze to a nearby hill. "Woah!" he exclaimed in surprise. "You see that, right? I'm not going crazy... This is real?"she asked, wanting to make certain she wasn't hallucinating. "I see it," he answered, his surprise clear. On the hill was a white wolf, watching them with what appeared to be great interest. "You think it's someone from the Glen Wulver Clan?" he suggested with uncertainty. "It's too small. That's a regular wolf, Clayton. That's not a werewolf. That'

"I'm so sorry, Cam," Matt apologized, standing up and turning to face her. "Cam, why don't you go lie down, I'll come sit with you again," Clayton suggested as he too stood, trying to defuse the situation. "I don't want to go!" she cried defiantly, "I want to know why, Matt?! Why?" she asked as her lip quivered, fighting back her tears. She was desperate for an answer. Desperate to understand. And she wanted the answer to come from Matt himself.Matt regarded her for a long moment, as if he were trying to think of the right thing to say or how to say it. He stared at her, his jaw was set, like he was grinding his teeth, his eyes red and bloodshot and his shoulders slumped, giving him a look of defeat. It was a strong contrast from his usual aura, which usually seemed to exude an air of confidence, sometimes even just straight up arrogance. Camden was growing impatient as she waited for him to say something. She stalked towards him with determination in every step she took, her eyes bl

Camden couldn't restrain herself. If Matt had shifted she couldn't take the risk that Clayton might follow suit. She rushed into the lounge, determined to intervene before things could escalate any further. To her surprise, she found Matt and Clayton crouching down on the floor, and there was no wolf in sight. The two men both looked up at her unexpected arrival with surprise. She looked between them in confusion, her chest rising and falling briskly as adrenaline and panic coursed through her veins. She'd fully expected to find a wolf pacing through the lounge, and now that she was here, and that wasn't the case, she felt a bit stupid. "Hey?" Clayton called out to her, his tone one of confusion as he considered her sudden appearance and breathlessness. "I heard shouting," she replied, her breathing still rapid. She searched between Matt and Clayton, looking for answers, when she finally got one. Matt was kneeling on the floor, hunched over with Clayton beside h

Clayton led the way, being familiar with the layout of the hospital after their visit earlier that day. Matt and Camden trailed behind him, Camden still clutching his hand, not wanting to release the pressure on the wound which was still bleeding profusely. They waited in the reception area for a short while, before being directed to an examination room. "I'm going to wait out here," Clayton announced, taking a seat in the passageway nearby. "I'll be with you soon. I just don't want to let go until he's with a doctor or something," Camden explained, heading into the examination room with Matt, still clutching his hand. He maneuvered himself onto the bed and Camden stood in front of him between his legs, her hand still clutching his firmly. Her fingers were beginning to ache and the muscles in her palm were burning with fatigue, but she knew it wouldn't be long before someone came to help him. "You okay?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Now that he was sitting