Chapter 2: Dream Catchers

"Evan!" A thick coating of blood covered the 13 year old's clawed hands as he frantically calls out his little brothers name. All he remembered was the achy feeling in his head and the pain of his claws impaling the skin of his fingertips before blacking out.

Kameron mutter's incoherent words in his sleep, tossing his body back and forth over his mattress.

His eyes scan over the spacious mountains around him, the bright glow of the full moon casting shadows over the snowy grounds. Without knowing, he absentmindedly picks up the scent of the blood caked on his hands and tracks the scent.

His steps are slow as he reaches a bush a few feet away, he pauses his steps as he notices a small pair of legs behind the bush. Swallowing the large lump in his throat, he takes slow steps to the still body, hoping that his prediction was wrong of who this person was.

The sight of his little brothers wrangled body made him scream.

Kameron shoots up in his bed, gasping for breath as he try's to cool down his sweat covered body.

As soon as he calms down, he gets up and puts on a black hoodie and a pair of Nike's.

Whenever Kameron felt stressed or nervous, he'd find solace in being surrounded by the outside world.

It was 4 in the morning, and since he couldn't sleep, he figured it would be a good idea to go for a run.

On his way out, Kameron bumps into the coat rack, knocking over one of the jackets his father left behind. As he leans forward to pick it up from the floor, he notices a flash drive on the floor. He picks it up and analyzes the engraved writing on the small device, he creases his eyebrows in curiosity.

December '09' CA.


Kameron pulls up to his parking spot in the school parking lot, sparing a sideways glance towards Scott staring at him from his spot on the sidewalk.

Scotts eyes were trained on Kameron as he got out of the car, they were both cautious and observant.

Kameron sports a faint smirk as he walks alongside Scott, both of them walking at the same pace towards the school building.

"Ah...the long awaited talk. I was starting to wonder if I had to book an appointment with the greatest Alpha of all time."

Scott shakes his head, rolling his eyes at Kameron's joke. "You could've just talked to me. Theo did."

"I'm not Theo, I'm more of a lone wolf. I know, its not normal for a beta, but I'm not like most beta's. Look whatever he told you, he blew out of proportion. I'm not a threat to you or your pack."

After entering the school building, Kameron sighs as he pauses his steps.

"Look man, after everything that's happened...after everything I've been through. I just wanted to come home, okay? I'm getting better with the episodes and the mood swings, except for the full moons. But I've been chaining myself up, making sure that I can't get out and hurt anyone. I've been better than I have been in awhile."

Scott sighs as well after a while, the raw emotion laced within Kameron's voice was enough to convince him of what he already knew.

Scott pats Kameron on the shoulder. "I believe you. But, you don't have the right amount of self control. And until then, as long as you stay here, I'm not leaving you unsupervised."

Kameron lets out an exhausted sigh in response, he grins in mild amusement.

"I'm assuming I have no choice?"

"You do, but that choice isn't something you'd enjoy." Scott sends Kameron a soft smile before he heads up the stairwell nearby, making his way to his first class.

In the school library...

Kameron sighs as he stares into the screen of his laptop. He analyses the information on his dad's flash drive and leans back into his chair. There were all sorts of files and documents pertaining to his brothers death.

He heard about what happened with Tracy during his lunch period. He had a feeling that Scott and his pack could handle her, but he was also worried about what Theo and the Dread Doctors had planned for Tracy. Everything about this situation reminded him of what happened in Michigan while he was captured by the Desert Wolf.

"So that's what your old man's been up to, huh? Cracking the case of the strange and mysterious death of your little brother?"

Theo pulls up a chair across from Kameron, sporting a sly smirk.

Kameron glances at him for a few moments, his icy blue eyes were set in a stone cold glare.

Theo raises his hands up. "Alright, I get it. That's still a sore topic. All jokes aside, I do feel bad about selling you out to the Desert Wolf. It wasn't my idea, the Dread Doctors didn't want any interferences with the plan."

He pauses, smiling at the other students that pass by before continuing.

"That was the deal, I do their dirty work, they owe me a favor. Although, it is shame that Emily had to be one of their failed experiments. Poor girl, she was convinced that you left her."

Kameron clenches both of his fists so tight that his knuckles turn white.

After a few moments, he unclenches his fists and gives Theo a small smile, leaning in to whisper.

"Y'know, when you cross that rocky point in your life as you hit rock bottom, and you feel like ending it all, no one will be there. I won't be there. So you can joke all you want, because in the end, that'll be the only thing you have left to look forward to." Kameron stands up and leaves after grabbing his stuff.

After school, Kameron hops into his Camaro and heads to the Sheriff's Station.

If Sheriff Stilinski knew anything about the flash drive, Kameron figured he could ask if his dad mentioned anything about the information on there.


"Hey Sheriff, I-" Kameron pauses as he enters the Sheriff Station.

Ms. Martin turns to him, sending him a warm smile as Sheriff Stilinski exits his office.

Sheriff Stilinski's eyes widen in shock once he turns to face Kameron. He exhales a small chuckle, "Hey kid. I'd love to catch up, but I already got something planned for the evening."

Kameron raises his eyebrows slightly as his eyes dart back and forth between Ms. Martin and the Sheriff. Afterwards, he nodded his head in understanding, his lips form into a big shit eating grin.

"Its not a problem, Sheriff. I'll just let you enjoy your evening and come back later." He turns to leave, but stops in his tracks as he notices a face down police officer by the front desk.

"Hey uh, I hate to ruin date night, but we have problem." Kameron motions for Sheriff Stillinski to come over, backing up as he hears the faint thump of another heartbeat in the station.

Tracking the heartbeat, Kameron scans the room with his eyes. He turns toward the front doors as Lydia and Kira rush in.

"Mom, she's coming! Tracy's coming for you." Lydia sends a hesitant glance towards Kameron for a moment before turning back to her mother.

"What...? What do you mean for me?"

A loud hiss is heard from above, everyone looks up to the ceiling as Tracy shows off her teeth.

Kameron shakes his head as he lets an annoyed sigh. "Well, shit. This isn't the way I wanted to out myself as a werewolf."

Lydia backs up, moving to the other side of the room as Kira draws her sword.

Tracy jumps down and lands on one of the desks. Her tail sways to the side and hits Sheriff Stillinksi after he attempts to shoot her. He collapses on the floor, losing all of the feeling in his body.

Kameron moves in front of Lydia as Tracy moves toward her. He crouches slightly in a defensive stance as he closes his eyes for a brief moment, opening them back up. His eyes were now a teal blue, hints of green poked out from the center of the iris.

"Kameron, Tracy doesn't know what she's doing. We need to get her to wake up." Lydia informs Kameron as she moves out from behind him and stands by his side. She watches him with caution and slight fear as she notices the change of color in his eyes.

Kameron growls at Tracy, he flex's his claws out in a threatening manner. He heard what Lydia said, but Tracy's safety wasn't on his list of priorities at the moment. Once he transformed, all he could focus on was protecting everyone in the station.

Tracy takes a step towards Kameron, lashing out her tail.

Kameron reaches out and strikes Tracy in the face before her tail strikes him, creating a large red gash on his abdomen.

Lydia gasps as she collapses to the floor along with Kameron, her hand pressed up against the bleeding flesh wound on her side.

"Lydia!" Ms. Martin shrieks out as she covers her mouth with a shaking hand and steps back.

Tracy pounces at Kira as she whips her tail around.

An orange, fox shaped aura surrounds Kira as she swings her sword. The katana-like weapon cuts through Tracy's tail.

Tracy then hops over to Ms. Martin and grabs her and drags her to the basement.

Once Kira regains control over her Kitsune, she rushes over to Kameron and Lydia. Putting pressure on Lydia's wound, Kira turns to Kameron and gives him a worried look.

"I'm fine, the wound is healing. I...think I can move my fingers."

From his sideway position on the floor, Kameron glances to his fingers in front of him. He lets out a frustrated grunt as his fingers twitch.

The front doors bust open, and Malia comes rushing in. She stops moving as Lydia calls out to her, her brown eyes held a sense of urgency as they scan over the room.

"Lydia?" Malia takes a cautious step towards Lydia.

"Its not as bad as it looks. Kameron did his best to protect me. Tracy's still dreaming, she doesn't know what she's doing." Lydia had this far away look in her eyes as she speaks.

Malia turns to Kameron with a determined and worried look on her face.

"Tracy has Lydia's mom, they're in the basement."

Malia nods her head before rushing down to the basement.

Kameron continues to focus on moving each part of his body. He's able to raise one arm when he hears the sound of mechanical footsteps below him.

"Her condition is terminal."

The familiar eeriness in the Dread Doctors voice makes a chill run through Kameron's spine. He feels a rush of energy as his eyes flash back to teal blue, a sudden sense of urgency overcome him. He growls softly as he rolls over and jumps up into a standing position.

Lydia notices his sudden change in behavior. "Kameron, what's wro-?"

He rushes towards the basement before Lydia can finish her sentence.

Kameron stops in his tracks as soon as he sees Malia, his eyes flash back to blue once he realizes that the Dread Doctors were gone. His gaze falls onto Tracy's limp form.

Malia turns to him after a moment, the evident shock in her expression fades and turns into a frantic one as she realizes what this must of looked like.

"I didn't do this. Kameron, I didn't kill her." Malia pauses as tears well up in her eyes, she starts to pace in front of Tracy's body.

Kameron puts his hands out in front of him, taking a cautious step towards the distraught werecoyote.

"There were these three guy's. They were strong, and they had masks a-and a weapon." She glances towards Kameron again.

"You have to believe me, Kameron. I did-"

"Hey! Malia, its okay. Alright? I believe you. Hey, look at me." Kameron grasps onto the werecoyote's shaking shoulders in a tight and comforting grip, forcing her to look into his eyes.

After a brief moment Malia exhales a sharp, calming breathe as she stares into Kameron's ocean blue eyes. There was something about those mysterious deep pools of blue that gave her comfort.

Kameron couldn't help himself as he gazed into Malia's frazzled warm brown eyes, an overwhelming urge to make her feel safe and happy overcame him. He barely knew this girl, and yet all it took was a moment like this for him to feel like he could trust her.

Those big brown eyes of hers had a story hidden behind them, a story full of unwanted pain and suffering. And that story felt familiar to Kameron, it reminded him of his story.


A/N: I've already started writing chapter 3, which is continuation of this chapter! Don't forget to leave a review and let me know what you think!