Detective Camren Novels & Stories

At the center of the long table was Detective Elijah Monroe, flipping through a digital tablet. He gestured to Layla. “Report.” Layla stood with her messy ponytail. She cleared her throat and began. “We gathered what we could from the tech left behind. All footage of Dax’s transformation was corrupted. Someone...most likely Lucien...fried the cameras remotely during the scuffle.” “Asides Ayla there were three more wolves. Lucien Kael showed up just after one had shifted. He pinned the wolf down, got him to change back. No casualties after that moment. He could have killed Marcus but didn’t.”

Cameron put an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay. We're safe. Safe? Cameron, my face is all over the news attached to lies. My mother is going to see those photos. Tommy, Rita, everyone I know thinks I'm either a victim or a criminal." Her voice cracked. "How is any of this okay?" The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse. And there, standing in the living room with Detective Chen, was Carter.

I asked. “Of course, anything,” he responded almost immediately. “There's a microchip case in the pocket of my jacket. I need you to track the serial number and tell me the location,” I rasped as it suddenly became hard to breathe. “My mother had said you shouldn't exhaust yourself. And honestly, I want in on the fun. I'll be back by morning with answers,” he grinned. Suddenly a loud explosion echoed at the entrance of the archive. A large Lycan with blazing red eyes broke through the walls.

The moment they saw the child on the ground, their expressions hardened. "What happened here?" David's expression changed drastically. He hurried forward. "Officers, it's a misunderstanding. We were dealing–" "A dead child isn't something you call a misunderstanding!" Right then, an ambulance arrived as well. Medical staff hurried in and began examining the body. Another officer had already started taking photos and setting up a perimeter. "No one leaves. Everyone will stay and cooperate with the investigation." Esther panicked while stomping her feet. She then leaned in close to me, grabbed my sleeve, and whispered, "Eve, help me testify. Just say the child suddenly ran out–"

Opening my screen, his name stares back at me. PETE: Hey. Do you think you could come in? I need your help. ME: With? PETE: I'm kind of stuck. Be quick. I'm in the gym room. ME: Alright. I'm on my way. I send another text to Dex. ME: Might be here before us. Had to go help Peter with something, and we'll be back. I drop my phone in my bag and grab the cup before I make my way down the path Peter took, into the school and the gym room.

I'll wake you up," he confirmed, looking at her with concern before kissing her forehead and heading back to the kitchen to finish cooking. Clayton and Matt wandered into the lounge with their sandwiches, still chatting away. Clayton noted that Camden had indeed fallen asleep in the few minutes he'd been in the kitchen. He placed his plate on the coffee table before gently jostling her awake. "Cam? Babe? You told me to wake you up," he whispered as he shook her gently, hoping she wouldn't get upset with him for doing as she'd instructed. She opened a groggy eye before sitting up, making space for Clayton to sit beside her. He picked up his plate and settled down next to her as she yawned and

While they stood outside, deciding who amongst them was going to knock, the door opened and those same pair of dark brown eyes that they'd run into a few days ago stared back at them. The owner of the eyes looked frightened, like a child who'd suddenly stumbled into some weird-looking stranger. Detective Camille Adams broke the silence. "Hello, Mr. Cornwell. I'm Detective Camille Adams from the local precinct." She flashed her badge before his face. "And this is my partner, Detective Jackson Cooper." He too flashed his badge before him. "We are currently investigating the case involving the attempted murder of Mr. Gary Peterson, the CEO of this company. We'd like to come into your office and

I’m interrupted by Ryder clearing his throat and briefly putting a finger to his lips before the others see him. “I want in on the killing the traitor,” Camden, Slater’s counterpart, says. Camden’s brown hair and thin beard have a slightly reddish tint. His olive-green eyes are sharp and remind me of Ransom. “That’s not happening Kill-Shot,” Ryder barks. “Sit.” Camden bites his lower lip before shrugging and sitting on the floor where Slater was moments before. Slater is now sitting beside me with Camden between his legs. “Ignore Cam. He has no regard for personal boundaries,” Slater huffs.

He smiled at her as he left the coffee cup on the table. - In a bad mood? I know how I can help you with that. - I'm just in a hurry. She corrects him. - Okay, let's get to work. Daryl leaves the table, taking a thick yellow folder and hands it to Morgan. She takes the folder and opens it. The picture of a man makes her lips open. - Is this the target? She asks, staring at the photo stuck to the page by a staple. - Yes, this is William Bele. The head of the task force that has been hunting us for the past two years and the top detective in the field at the moment. It needs to be deleted.

I was very subtle as I felt the urge to lunge my jaws into her neck and let loose. "Ethan," I heard Camren's voice suddenly as he revealed himself in the doorway. Cam looked like he had been busy all morning. He smelled dirty like the earth and mud of the boarders near the rogue pack. He had a healing wound gashed out across his neck running around it and down at the same time. He looked like he had been in a fight last night and the only one I have ever seen leave a scar across his body was his own father, an alpha. He was wearing a jogger’s outfit that came from one of the boxes out in the woods nearby, I recognized the color coding. He came from a hunt, the kill fresh on him with dry bloo