× Trix ×If I'm being honest with you I'm definitely not happy about this arrangement. I hate the fact that I'm forced to spend time with Dixie.It's not just annoying, it makes my heart ache in ways I'm not even sure are good or bad. Being near her is like a twisted mix of frustration and something I can't quite put my finger on.As I wait by the door opposite her's, I see Dixie coming out of the room. Despite everything, I can't help but notice her features.Her damp hair clings to her face, framing those green eyes. She's wearing a loose top and baggy jeans, looking like she’s ready for anything but a hospital visit.
× Trix ×As I leave the scene of that chaos, the woman's words still playing in my mind, something about her nagging voice reminds me of Dixie. It takes me back to a time I’d rather forget, a time in school when I first truly noticed her.It was at the cafeteria, the palace of all high school drama. I was part of the coolest gang, which consisted of Ryder and I, of course. Me and Ryder were inseparable, always together, always making a scene. We were the guys everyone wanted to be, the ones everyone feared. It was a typical day, loud and chaotic, and I was searching for a place to sit.There was this spot, right in the middle where everyone could see us. It was perfect for Ryder to spot me when he arrived. But there she was, Dixie, sitting there like she owned the place. I walked up to her, expecting her to just get up and move. After all, who would want to pick a fight with me?“Hey, you’re in my seat,” I said, my voice dripping with the kind of arrogance only a teenage bad boy coul
× Trix ×Peaceful.That's exactly how the house has been for the past nine days. No drama, no chaos. Just Ryder, Alvera and the elders breathing down on my neck.Like right now.I sit back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, lost in wherever. The past week has been oddly calm, almost too calm. No Dixie barging in with her smart mouth, no unexpected disasters…Ryder shoots me a knowing look, breaking through my thoughts."What's going on in that head of yours, Trix?"I sigh, rubbing my temples. "It's been weird, man. Too quiet. It’
× Dixie ×I had insulted an elder.That’s all they hear. Like I am not the victim here. A victim of their scorn and reproach, a victim of evil sneers. I see them all… the silent nods and back words, people looking at me with their eyes wide open. What’s she going to do next?I am always lost, always asking for direction.They act like I’m the problem. Newsflash, folks, I’m not the one stuck in the past, clinging to outdated traditions and power trips.I mean, really, who does Trix think he is? Alpha of what? A bunch of oldies who can’t see past their own egos? They talk about respect, but they don’t give any. They expect me to bow and scrape,
× Trix ×My mind is a market place, like for real. It’s like I’m stuck in some wild fanfiction story where everything’s spiraling out of control, and I’m just trying to keep up. It's like, I don’t even know what exactly it is I feel, anger, frustration, maybe even a hint of guilt, but I know one thing for sure: I’m tired. Tired of this constant battle of wills, tired of the endless drama that Dixie seems to bring into my life.As the door closes behind her, a huge silence falls over the room. The elders shift uncomfortably, glancing at each other, but no one speaks. I can feel the weight of their stares, their unspoken judgments hanging in the room. I’ve just sentenced someone to isolation, for crying out loud, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve crossed a line. But I had to do something to establish some ground of respect. Dixie challenges my authority at every turn, every chance she gets, always pushing, always testing my limits. It’s frustrating, and yet... there’s a part of me
× Dixie ×This isolation room is a nightmare. It reeks of new materials, that awful almost-sterile smell that makes my stomach turn and churn.The walls around me are padded, like I’m some kind of dangerous lunatic who might hurt myself if given the chance. Even the doors are padded, so thick that I could scream my lungs out and no one would hear me.I keep pacing back and forth, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turn white. This place is a prison, very plain and simple. And I feel the anger boiling inside me, it's the only thing that can happen to me, given my state of helplessness.How dare Trix? How dare any of them think they can just lock me up like this? Like I’m some kind of
× Trix ×I'm in my office, trying to get through a stack of paperwork that seems to have doubled overnight. Gosh, it's tiring being having so many businesses as a human and taking care of a pack as a wolf.My mind keeps drifting back to the council meeting, to Dixie, to everything that's been going wrong lately. I rub my temples, feeling the stress up my muscles.Just then, Ryder walks in with a parcel in his hands. I’m relieved to see him. I had requested some documents earlier, and maybe this would finally take my mind off things.“Hey, Ryder. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong, dude?” I say, looking up.Ryder doesn’t answer imm
× Trix ×The compound of their house has given off the vibe that something is off. There is this gloomy shadow over the area and it is understandable, given their morning situation.I scanned the area for the girl and Ryder spotted her. She’s sitting on the porch, her face is masked with grief. Seeing her like this makes my heart ache even more, the pain is blending with the physical discomfort I’m already feeling.“Hey, I’m so sorry about your brother. We’re doing everything we can to find out who did this.”I say softly, trying to keep my voice steady.She looks up at me, her eyes red from crying. “Thank you, Al…alpha. It’s just... it’s so hard. He was all I hadddd (sniffs)...”