Keep Me in Mind

Chapter Two

Chapter 2:

Cameron’s POV:

Cameron I felt his thoughts pushing against my barrier. You need to come. I whimpered, unable to think any other thoughts than. This is it. His eyes locked on to mine before he noticed my predicament. Michael was always there to be my savior. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere without him. Cameron, please let me in. I have to know what happened, He thought at me forcefully. I couldn’t bear to let him in and witness my stupidity. I knew we were going to have to leave, but I had to run. I had to set myself free. Put down your barrier, His thoughts dripped with the Alpha’s power. I felt my mind starting to slip, and then he saw everything. I was running away from the sad thoughts and worried looks of my family. Nothing could be the same again. My legs stretched across the ground propelling me forward into abyss. My thoughts were clearing and my heartbeat grew steady. I hadn’t even noticed the unfamiliar stench I was crossing.

I rolled my eyes. Tomas would follow me. He seemed to think that I was a pup again, needing protection. But the footsteps I heard were too heavy to be his. I skidded to a halt frantically attuning my senses towards my oncoming attacker. I held no chance. It had been so long since I’ve had to fight my own battles. The wolf pounced at me in a matter of seconds before I could even manage a getaway. His mighty jaws clenched around my neck, tightly surrendering me to him. As soon as he lets go run to the pack, thought Michael. He must be thinking I purposefully get myself into trouble so that he could save me.  I really don’t want him to think that.. Yuh know, I could’ve handled this all by myself. I managed last year when I broke off from the pack. I thought at him. You take things into your own hands and then who ends up coming to get you. Please just let me handle this.

 I’m sorry, but I just can’t do that. I’m tired of the pitiful looks everyone gives me and I’m tired of not being able to give anything to our family. They should need me just as much as I need them. There, I had said it. Something that’s been bothering me since… since Colorado. He grunted, unsettling the wolf whose jaws were closing in on my windpipe. We needed to act fast, I could feel him teeth puncturing my skin; blooding beginning to ooze.  Are we gonna do something about this?! I growled at him, Cause if not, I’ll just take matters into my own hands and sort this deal out alone.

No, not alone. Together. He stated. Okay, it was settled.

 I had been already been in too many unlucky situations, making our plan of action effortless and rehearsed. I waited for his queue, watching him roll his eyes at me. He lunged forward at the jugular of the gray wolf. Immediately the wolf dropped me in order to save himself. I scampered away, only to turn back; racing at the brawl. My teeth gnashed together, as growled. My fur standing on ends, I jumped atop the gray wolf biting at anything I could get my teeth on. Like I was at first, this wolf had no chance. I took a steady breath going in for the attack again. But the wolf bolted from beneath hauling off into the night.

I tumbled across the ground. In an instant Michael was by my side, eyes attentive. Bastard got away. He thought to me, his throat making gruff noises. Are you… Choking?! I laughed at him, little yips bubbling from my mouth. My eyes swelling with tears, I thought this has got to be one of the happiest days of my life. I felt strong and confident. But my jubilance didn’t last long, as Michael turned away back towards the pack. I followed him obediently, not wanting him to use the Alpha tone he loathed. As we arrived to the hillside, I saw my pack come closer together, ready to roll. Oh shit! Cam! Are you a’ight? Veva asked me. Yeah, never felt better. I replied, which wasn’t exactly a lie. That’s enough. We’ve become a little off course venturing East, but now we have to dead head it to Canada. As we’ve probably angered the pack here with that little brawl. Michael informed the pack. The youngest of us, Finn, gaped. He’s fourteen, and been with our pack for five years, by now we’d all expect him not to be shocked at the trouble I got us in to, but he never ceases to amaze us. He’s the only one of us with a blood kin in the pack besides his brother, Kaeton (pronounced Kay-tuhn). Kaeton’s sixteen and the closest one to my age in our little family. My thoughts were pushed away as Michael called my name in the head count. Cameron, Vera, Finn, Arik, Kaeton, and Tomas. Okay, let’s run.