Camp Camp Flower Scouts Novels & Stories

Rhea squeals excitedly and grabbed me and Layla arms, dragging us towards the football field. The closer we got to the football field, the more anxious I get. We make it to the field but the crowd is so large we are far at the back with at least five rows of wolves in front of us. An older wolf stand up on a wooden platform and speaks into a megaphone not sure why as we wolves all have super hearing. "Welcome everyone, I am Leon and I'm happy to see so many new faces this year. Now this camp isn't just for finding your mate but also to make lasting friendships and connections. The wolf world work better when we all get along better".

Activities can also be held there. "Camping? Grade twelve and grade eleven? Does that mean we’re together?" asked by a classmate as to which Ma’am nodded. “Yes, you’ll all be together. This is not a mandatory camp but this has an additional point in your grades, direct to your card.” I shook my head. Why would they say it isn’t mandatory when they’d add an additional point to those who’ll come, it’s like saying this isn’t mandatory but it’s your lost if you won’t join.

A laugh escapes my lips at her words, she has been scared of hibilies ever since we first watched it. I think we were eight or so. We got to a clear field and Marco yells orders at us. "Okay this is it. We camp here." "Call on any of us if you are having troubles putting up your camping tent." he says referring to his group of boys scout. "A boy and a girl to one tent." I pair up with Grayson and in a matter of minutes we easily set up our camping tent. Okay, all thanks to Grayson since he did all the work.

I muttered to myself. But deep down… I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. "Audrey... “Audrey!” someone called my name from behind. I was startled. Someone else now? What— “You coming to the camping trip tonight?” "What’s that?" "It’s a tradition," she said. "All seniors have to attend. We camp in the woods all weekend, and it so happens that tonight is going to be a full moon. Hope to see you there," she said before walking away. "Don’t go,"

She doesn’t bolt. She listens. And I do, too. The camp is carved into a crater in the forest floor—burned trees ring its edge like blackened ribs. There are no tents or structures—just hollowed dens, bark-walled nests, and firepits ringed in teeth. It doesn’t smell like decay. It smells like bone and smoke and survival. I walk ahead of Kael for the first time in miles. Not because I want distance. Because I need space to breathe.

Ironclaw Ravine Kael’s POV The scout returned at first light breath fogging, face pale.“Kai’s army is moving,” he said. “Three thousand. Frostland raiders. Mercenaries. Witches. They’re burning villages leaving messages in blood.”Dax’s arms tightened around Flame who slept peacefully against his chest.“What messages?”The scout swallowed.“‘Return what is mine.’”My heart stopped.Flame stirred silver violet eyes opening, tiny hand reaching for me.I took it green vine curling around my finger.Dax looked at me storm gray eyes burning.“We move tonight.”I nodded throat tight.“We move tonight.”Flame cooed small, trusting green light pulsing softly.Dax kissed her forehead then looked at me.“She’s our