David From Camp Camp Novels & Stories

I headed toward the front doors of the campus and saw everyone gathering near the front doors. “Hey, Lucy!” David called. I turned around. He was beaming with excitement. His eyes sparkled as he reached me. “Your counseling session went well?” “Better than well,” he said. “We should celebrate you getting through your first session.” I tilted my head as I heard everyone agreeing behind me. “Well… what did you have in mind?” He grinned madly. “The arcade.”

It’s not just about winning, but being able to participate and having fun all together. I took my seat amongst other guides at a table for the Blackwood family, and Camille sat at the other side with her mates, while oily was just playing around. “Good day, students of Mooncrest middle school.” A lady on stage spoke into the mic. “Today we’ll be having our first campfire of the session.” She continues. “We will all be learning from people of experience. Now please put your hands together as we welcome from the royal family... Alpha Damon Blackwood and Luna Elena Blackwood.”

"What about your homework?" David slowly followed the children out the door, handing his empty folded shopping bag to Jackie. She called after the kids who were running out the door. "What about your Dad? Did you say goodbye?" "It's okay, don't worry about it. They were in a hurry to go home and play some game or other," David muttered. He gave Scott a sidelong glare. "You seem like quite the 'miracle man'. Emma and Grant couldn't stop talking about you, and your wilderness school, and how you took them camping and taught them to make fire. How am I supposed to compete with that?"

Campbell and I are going to the hospital immediately. David looks at the clock on the wall. If he went to the hospital now, he wouldn't be at the hotel door at 8, and his father would consider that a failure, no matter the circumstances. He sees in the policeman's face that there is no turning back. He was going to the hospital. When the agent probably found out who he was, he didn't want to risk having a Campbell die on his shift. David was Simon's son, and the commander didn't want an angry Simon on his trail.

He had a sheet of paper in his hand; it seemed that he had written down what he wanted to say, which was probably a good idea so that he wouldn't make a fool of himself. He looked down at the paper as he spoke into the microphone. "I'm David of the Lunar Lake pack, son of the Lunar Lake Alpha and Luna," he said in a monotone voice. "I am here today to offer an apology to the Rowanwood pack and Ella Rowan. My actions are..." David suddenly crumpled the paper in his hands and lifted his eyes up to the camera.

The cabin felt smaller in the daylight, the air thick with the smell of pine and them. Heather stood there naked, arms wrapped around herself like armor, watching David extend his hand like they were meeting at a pack barbecue instead of after a week of fucking like the world was ending. “I’m David,” he said, voice steady but quiet. “Nice to meet you.”

A colorful flyer caught Kevin’s eye. “Look,” he pointed. “A student camp. Right after graduation. Wilderness, bonfires, nature. Your favorite.” Damian snorted. “You mean bugs, smoke, and sweaty humans?” Kevin wiggled his brows. “It will be fun, imagine what if she’s there?” That silenced him. The possibility of his mate being there at the camp is unknown but he would take the chance. Moments later, two false names were written in bold ink at the bottom of the signup sheet:

There he holds him, steady and sure, shaped by years of tending to his three little sisters before now. “Hey, little guy. I’m David. Your big brother. And man, you have no idea how lucky you are. You’re joining the craziest, loudest, most loving family in Kampala. We’re going to spoil you rotten.” “He’s going to be so spoiled,” Amon agrees. “Five sisters and a brother who’s already wrapped around his finger.”

Charlie's POV "Thank you for meeting me, Char." "Of course, David." "Come. Stand by me, please." I walked over to his side, my whole body shaking with nerves. The wind bellowed out my thin T-shirt as my converse pounded into the dirt foundation of the spot where we always set up camp. Memories assaulted me from all directions, late nights sitting around the fire. Laughing and telling jokes, staying up late talking with David after everyone else went to bed.