× Trix ×When I reach the hospital, I find the boy’s younger sister sitting in a corner, sobbing quietly. She looks so small and terrified that it breaks my heart a little. I approach her slowly, trying not to startle her.“Hey,” I say gently, crouching down to her level. “I’m Trix. I’m here to help.”She looks up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes but doesn’t say anything. Her body is shaking with fear. I sit down next to her, keeping my voice soft and calm. I reach out and gently pull her into a hug, trying to give her some comfort. She stiffens at first but then leans into me, her sobs growing louder.“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you. Can you tell me what happened?”She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. I sigh, knowing this is going to take time. “Take your time,” I say. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”Reluctantly, I release her from the hug and leave her with the medics. Her fear is evident, and it only fuels my anger and cur
× Trix ×As the time for my speech approaches, I feel the weight of the pack’s expectations pressing down on me. I can almost taste their fear, their unease. They need reassurance, a sign that we’re going to get through these difficult times. We always have.But this seems fucking harder.I step onto the platform, my eyes scanning the crowd. My pack. My responsibility. I take a deep breath, ready to address them.“Everyone,” I begin, my voice carrying over the gathered werewolves. “I know these are difficult times. I can sense your fear, your uncertainty. We’ve faced attacks, betrayals, and hardships. And I want to apologize. I’m sorry for the dangers we’ve faced, for the losses we’ve endured. We’re working tirelessly to ensure our pack’s safety.”As I speak, I notice their gazes shifting toward Dixie, who’s standing off to the side. I can feel her almost melt under their scrutiny. It's uncomfortable, but I can't let it distract me. Clearing my throat, I continue, “We’re taking eve
× Dixie ×No one told me that shifting is going to feel like all of my insides are burning.First, it is the singing. The chanting is unbearable. The sound seeping into my bones, fueling the pain, making it worse. I want to scream, to tell them to shut up, but I couldn’t find my voice.I move my gaze to Trix, Alvera, Ryder. They are standing there, watching, their faces mirroring that of anticipation and indifference.At this moment, I hated them all. Every single one of them. They are the reason I am here, suffering, feeling like my body is being torn apart from the inside.The pain is relentless, undyi
× Dixie דGive her time.”Alvera’s words echo in my mind again, a lifeline, something to hold onto in this sea of agony.Maybe she’s right. Maybe I just need more time. But how much more can I endure? How much longer before this pain finally breaks me?I think of Trix again, his words cutting deeper than any physical pain.She’s a weakling.Fuck him. Fuck all of this.I hate Trix. I hate this pack. I hate this curse.
× Dixie ×Panic…I try to focus, to think about how to unshift back to my human self. I concentrate, willing my body to change, but nothing happens. Panic begins to set in even worse.I’m stuck. I can’t control this new form, can’t find my way back.Then, I hear something, like a rustling in the bushes.My ears perk up, heart pounding. Fear grips me, making me freeze in place.What if it’s the same predator that killed the deer? What if it’s something worse?The rustling grows louder, closer. I brace myself, ready to fi
× Dixie ×Jennie squeezes my shoulder. “You’re doing great. Just a little more.”“A little more, she says,” I mutter, taking another breath. This time, I focus on the feeling of being human, the way my skin feels, the way I move.The pain is excruciating, but I force myself to stay with it. My bones crack and shift, and for a moment, I think I’ve done it. But then the pain overwhelms me, and I’m back to my wolf form. “Shit, shit, shit!”“You’re almost there. One more try,” Jennie says, her voice steady.I’m shaking now, I want to give up but I&r
× Trix ×× 3 Hours Ago ×I had made up my mind to rule with an iron fist. My father, despite his physical strength, ruled with kindness, always hoping to win loyalty through respect and understanding.But what did that get him? Disdain and disrespect. People took advantage of his sacrifices, and our pack suffered for it. I couldn’t let that happen under my rule. I wanted my people to fear me. Because fear meant control. And control meant security.But how could they fear someone who couldn’t protect them? How could they respect an Alpha who allowed chaos to reign?It’s not enough to just be strong, you hav
× Dixie ×(Present)I'm standing in front of the mirror, staring at myself, but instead of my reflection, I see a wolf form. For a moment, panic flares up inside me. Whoa, okay, that’s new. I try moving to the left, and it followed me. I moved to the right, it still followed me.I move closer to the mirror and I see this creature staring at me, like it's daring me to choose between screaming or running. The green eyes, silver fur. Bro, this is dope.That fierce creature is mine. My wolf. Still strange to me.My senses are sharper than ever. And I can see so clearly, and my sense of smell? Next level. I catch an aroma of something delicious— roasted chicken, probably from the kitchen, which is pretty far from my room. My stomach growls in response. Great, now I’m hungry.But these new abilities are still very strange to me.I think about going to get some food, but the idea of running into Trix or Ryder makes me pause. Running into them again this morning?No thanks. I’d rather