× Dixie דIt is,” Jennie agrees to what I said, her eyes filled with empathy. “And it’s not fair. But you’re not alone, like I said before. You’ve got me, and there are others in the pack who care about you, too.”I look at her skeptically. “Sometimes it feels like everyone’s just waiting for me to screw up again. Like they’re expecting me to fail.”Jennie shakes her head. “That’s not true. People are just...scared. They’ve been through a lot, and they’re looking for someone to blame. But that doesn’t mean they don’t care.”“Maybe,” I mutter, not entirely convinced. “But it
× Dixie ד...I promise, the day will come that you'll come yourself to ask me to explain it all to you but it's not today.” My grandma's words replay in my head…I hadn’t understood what she meant back then. Of course, I wanted answers, hell, I wanted them more than anything. But I couldn’t stand the thought of Trix being in our house that day, invading what little peace I had left.Now, though? Now I’d give anything to have those explanations. To know what she was trying to tell me. Maybe it would make all this make sense.As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, rolling my hair with my fingers, my mind racing, I hear it. A soft crack. The kind of s
× Dixie ×The pain hits me like a sledgehammer, slicing through my chest. I grap the edge of my desk as my knuckles are turning white, and I try to keep from doubling over. Damn it. Not again. My wolf stirs inside me, restless and agitated, like he's clawing at my insides trying to break free like he has been doing all week.The room spins around for a second, and I squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth as I ride with this wave of agony. My breathing comes out stifled, and just when I think I’ve got it under control, another sharp pain twists in my gut, making me bite back a groan. Instinctively , I slam my fist down on the desk, trying to focus, trying to keep it together, but it’s like there’s this gnawing ache that just won’t quit.Suddenly, the door creaks open, and I hear the heavy footsteps of one of the guards. Of course, the guy decides to come in at the worst possible moment.“Alpha?” His voice is cautious, like he’s walking on eggshells. He’s probably seen the look on my
*Trix*She gives me a small, encouraging smile. “That’s all I’m asking. And remember, you don’t have to do this alone. Lean on your people when you need to. We’ve got your back, Trix, whether you like it or not.”I manage a faint smile at that. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”Alvera turns to leave but pauses at the door. “Oh, and one more thing, don’t go in there with that ‘I’m the Alpha, do what I say’ attitude. She’s already on edge. If you want any chance of getting through to her, maybe try being... I don’t know, a little less you.”I chuckle despite myself. “I’ll take that under advisement.”I know I have to deal with this, but the thought of facing Dixie, of confronting everything that’s been left unsaid between us… it’s enough to make me want to punch something.Now, the only question is: how the hell do I even start?I stare at the door for a solid minute as Alvera leaves, every part of me screaming not to go through with this.I’m supposed to be the Alpha, strong, decis
× Trix ×It happens so fast. Watching Dixie scream in pain pierces a side of me I never know exists. Without wasting a second, I run to her side just in time to catch her as she falls unconscious. Cradling her in my arms, a familiar fear creeps into my body.The fear of loss.I don’t want to lose her. At least, not like this. I can hear the commotion around me, but it all dulls as all my attention is on the girl in my arms.“Dixie! Dixie, wake up!” No matter how many times I shake her, she doesn’t respond.“What just happened?” I hear someone say from a distance.“She fell. Y’know how fragile humans are,” another voice says.“How did we accept a weakling for a Luna?” one of them laments. Hearing these voices from a distance does nothing but turn my fear into anger. “Silence!” I roar, and the entire room becomes silent. How can they say despicable things like that to a person in pain? From what I noticed earlier, it was like she was tortured immediately after the so-called gift was ope
× Trix דI kinda understand why you'd hide that, but I can't believe there's a girl who didn't fall for the great o' Trix,” Eva teases me.“Come on, that's a good thing. I don't want to make another woman obsessed over me like you already are,” I throw back at her. “Hey, are you sure what you did is working?” I ask, noticing how the hand with the rune is swelling. “Check that arm, Eva. I think it's swelling up.”We stand beside the bed where Dixie lies while we talk. Eva goes over to the other side of the bed, where Dixie's palm bears the rune.“Ouch!” As soon as Eva touches Dixie's arm, she pulls back, yelping in pain.“What's wrong, Eva?”“She’s burning up, like literally burning up. Oh goddess, help us. Her condition is beyond drinking from the blessed waters,&
× Dixie ×When I fall unconscious, I don’t just fall into the dark abyss of sleep; I fall into a different world as well. At first, I see myself in a world filled with darkness. Nothing but color black.Slowly, the darkness fades, starting from the sky. The dark empty horizon then forms into tangible things like trees, mountains, and a large bright sky filled with clouds and birds flying from a distance. Right before me is a gentle water stream falling from a height a little above mine.I look down to see that my legs are deep in a stream, with continuously flowing water reaching my knees. Though the water is cool, every part of my body feels warm. In fact, I’m sweating.How strange.Walking out of the river, I notice how the world is far different from modern times. It’s like I’ve fallen into a forest. The scent of wet ground after a downpour
× Dixie דThey fight many battles together to protect the pack. The Nardoos shiver in fear when they hear their names, and the rogues avoid them at all costs. They hide in caves to stay alive and avoid ending up dead at either Wilshire or Delreau's hands,” the man continues the story.“Together, they usher in an era of peace,” his voice is deep and smooth as velvet. “But that peace is short-lived when Delreau breaks a sacred law.”“What does he do?” I ask, hoping to hear something cruel like killing a fellow werewolf of the pack or destroying the temple of the moon goddess, but that’s not it. The so-called crime is something harmless.“He mates with a human,” the man says.“What? Is that it? Is that the crime that’s so vile?” I ask incredulously.“At that ti