Chapter 6

BEAVERTON, OREGON

(Black Blood Pack)

Cameron's Point Of View

Grief and sadness were two feelings that were not so foreign to me. It felt as if their very existence were carved out from my soul, like a ditch of dark holes deep within my heart. A hole that cannot be filled by anything that the world could offer.

I thought of it at that time as a sad moment in life where you have to push through to the other side, but there was no pushing through, and there was most definitely not another side to this sadness, other than pain and more pain that I would have to get through every day. It was the only emotion that absorbed me. The more the years rushed by, and the world kept growing, it only got harder and impossible to deal with.

I was aware of what the world thought of me, what everyone thought of me. They say I was nothing more than a saddened soul that has sold what little of his humanity to the devil.

Well, I couldn't blame them. That was