Southwind A Young Life Camp Novels & Stories

The textbook in his hands creaks in protest as his grip tightens further. "I specifically requested Beta roommates," Lyric says, her voice trembling slightly as she tears her gaze away from Sebastian. The effort it takes is almost physical, like pulling apart magnets. "This has to be another mistake." Riley snorts, sliding off her bed and crossing to the mini-fridge wedged between two desks. "Honey, half the campus is dealing with housing mix-ups. Some freshman water nymphs flooded the entire east wing of Blackwood Hall yesterday during orientation. They're cramming everyone wherever they can fit." She pulls out three bottles of water, tossing one to Lyric who catches it reflexively. "Beside

West: I’ll see you then, babe. I sat my phone down and got back to work. Well, looks like we are going to end up talking about this after all. Cath & Wren January 16, 2014 16 Years Old “Cath, have you ever…you know?” I frowned at Wren as we laid in the tent in his backyard. We were supposed to go camping with his family, but due to the weather, that wasn’t happening anymore. So, Wren had a good idea to camp in his backyard. Of course, since it was January, we were freezing. Luckily, we had a firepit going.

“I don’t want to be special. I just want to be fast.” I smiled at the memory as the camp gates came into view. The wolf clan summer camp was tucked deep into the forest, far from ordinary roads, protected by both guards and old rules. It was meant to be safe, a place where children of the Pack could learn discipline, teamwork, and control. I parked and stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under my shoes. The air smelled of pine and earth, familiar and grounding. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that this was just another normal day.

“Fine! But I’m not carrying their packs if we run.” Joe laughed as another pickup truck pulled in. It was Bill Cortez and his boys, William and Michael. William was the eldest boy at eight years old and Michael just turned six. A minute later David Lewis pulled in with his sons Hunter who was seven and Miguel who was six. Once all the trucks were loaded, the uncles swapped kids and headed out north of town into a hilly area where they could camp. They had been using the area as a pack for over a hundred years to teach tracking and survival. They started all the kids at five once their wolves came forward. So this was an important trip for the family. All the cousins were close in age and fam

“Remember when I had that really bad feeling a few years ago just before that ambush where you were seriously injured?” Kemp nodded, his face grim. “This is worse.” Kemp’s eyes widened momentarily before he nodded again and urged his horse onwards. The wind grew stronger and the howling grew louder. They camped out another night on the side of the mountain, melting snow for water. The wind was bitingly chill and unpredictable with the spring weather, first blowing in one directing then the next. Their tent did little more than keep out the worst of the wind. Fully dressed the ten slept together in one heap under their blankets for warmth, privacy be damned, with the girls in the centre,

Alrighty then. Imogen’s eyes are sparkling mischievously. “So, Amara, I am Imogen, and so excited to have another girl here. It’s lovely to meet you.” She beams at Amara. The kids all start to introduce themselves one by one, Lauryn is 14 and her brother Julian is 12. They were campers on the ranch who were stranded here. It was the same for Anna who is 12 and her younger brother Theo who is 11. The littlest ones were the ones we found all alone in an abandoned pharmacy in a nearby town. Ingrid is 8 and her little brother Sebastian is 4, they have been with us for 2 years now.

"And just beyond is the training ground! You'll get to experience it all up close very soon. I can hardly believe you're now a part of Riverbay Camp! What's your preferred training style? Do you see yourself more as a fighter or a strategist? Or would you rather focus solely on learning? By the way, did you know there's a school within the camp? We don't just learn battle skills; we also pursue academic studies." "Most Weres prefer to remain at the camp after they train to continue their education, only returning home upon graduation. Regardless of your age, your family can enroll you in the camp's school, ensuring you don't miss out on anything while you're here." I didn’t have an answer to

I can feel the heavy winds on my skin but it doesn't stop me from conquering my destiny of finally being free from era of damsel in distress. People might think this is the worst idea as there is an incoming tornado—however, I can make sure that I'm okay because...I'm lucky. Natural disasters doesn't scares me, whatever it is. I turned to look back but I noticed that I'm already far away from the camp. I can't even see the people anymore. I think that's a good sign. The strong winds are no joke—it's silencing the twig sounds that I make when I take steps. I think I shouldn't have brought too much of my stuff—it's so heavy, I can't carry it anymore.

“Zoe!” Jim quickly caught Teri by the shoulders, cursing himself to be more careful. “No,” he reassured her. “Not Zoe. The kids’ camps are all south and west of town. Nearby. Because, you know, kids. We try to keep them close to home and medical care. This is out in Arches.” Feeling her relax, he rose. Facing her again, he fastened his shorts. “Do me a favor and skip the run today, okay?” “What? Why?”

like orgies, or so was insinuated. Camp? Well, one out of three ain't bad. Camp made sense which was an oddity in, and of, itself. What was Camp Sahka Torchlight? It was a scholarship camp for young ladies in the Lower-48 States Foster Care System. Okay...I couldn't find fault with that idea. Considering the chaotic jumble of neglected promises that is our childcare safety net, it was rather clever.