× Trix ×If only Dixie knows what she does to me every time she looks at me like that. That’s the frustrating part! I feel the attraction from the bond more than she ever will. I have to mask it all every single time so she won’t see me as a freak. I’d rather be called a 'bully' than a 'freak' any day.“Seriously, I don’t get you. What’s the catch? If I remember correctly, you’re so against me having some freedom,” Dixie says, switching on her bitchy attitude.“You act like I choose to be around you,” I blurt out. “You have what my pack needs, and I know you have a knack for attracting trouble. That’s why I have to make sure you’re protected all the time. If I let you go to your grandma’s place by yourself, I give you five minutes before you land in some big shit.”“I’m an adult,” she says so boldly that I laugh. “Please, tell me, what part of grown?”“Asshole!” she spits out before getting out of the bed. She gets a little dizzy when she tries to walk abruptly. At that moment, every
× Dixie ×As always, Trix finds a way to escape answering my question. I throw a glare at him before getting out of the car and slamming it shut.“Be careful, silly. Don’t take out your bitchy attitude on my car,” he yells from the car. Ignoring him, I head straight to the front porch and knock on the door. Grandma should still be awake; she never sleeps early.I can still see the lights are on inside. She’s probably watching TV. I knock again. This time, I hear her yell from a distance, “Who’s disturbing my peace at this time of day?” Her words are followed by a string of curses and threats if the knocking is a prank.“Gran gran, it’s me,” I almost yell, but it seems like she doesn’t hear me. It isn’t until she opens the door and sees me.“Gran gran! It’s so good to see you.” I hug her immediately. “I missed you.” Though I have my arms wrapped around her, she just stands there, stiff, without saying a word or hugging back. When she finally speaks, it’s with a hint of worry in her voi
× Dixie דNo, Gran gran. I don't mean to put myself in danger,” I try to explain to my grandma, but she's not having it.“What do you think you're going to achieve by going out on your own?” Gran gran asks before continuing, “When you were young and hidden from this dangerous world of ours, I was able to protect you from human problems, but now I can't. The only one who can is your mate, Trix.” I feel like she’s not listening to me, so I explain again.“I’m on my own, Gran gran. I’m just getting out of the hospital—” She cuts me off before I can explain.“Hospital?” she exclaims. “How...”“Gran gran, please listen. I end up in the hospital because of this rune in my hand, but that’s not the point now.” I take a deep breath before explaining. “I simply want to take a walk out of the room. I’m on my own. I don’t do anything. Then this crazy werewolf comes at me, pursuing me like I’m some criminal. It says I’m the one responsible for something I didn't do. Trix did it! Not me!”“You’re
= DIXIE =Sweat plastered my hair to my forehead as I pushed through the overgrown bushes. Grandma had warned me a million times about exploring this part of the woods, but boredom was a relentless beast. Besides, who knew what cool stuff I might find? Maybe a hidden cave full of pirate treasure… okay, maybe not pirate treasure, but something cool nonetheless.As I stepped into a clearing bathed in an ethereal glow, a shiver ran down my spine. The air crackled with a strange energy, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. It was like stepping into some fantastical movie scene. In the center stood a massive oak tree, its branches sprawling like gnarled fingers reaching for the twilight sky. A strange pull, almost magnetic, drew me closer.Just as I reached the base of the oak, a guttural growl echoed from the shadows beneath it. My heart hammered against my ribs as a monstrous figure jumped out from literally nowhere. It was a wolf, unlike anything I’d ever seen in a cheesy monster
= DIXIE =The pull was undeniable. Like a magnet tugging me back to a scene of an accident, I found myself drawn to the clearing again. Maybe it was the strange energy I felt there, or the memory of the terrifying yet oddly captivating battle between the two werewolves one being Trix (which I haven’t still quite wrapped my head around). Whatever it was, I couldn't ignore it.Grandma would have my head for this, I knew. She'd warned me a million times about staying away from this part of the woods, but sometimes, the quiet kid in me who always followed the rules craved a little excitement. Maybe that's why I was always a magnet for trouble, even if it meant potentially getting mauled by a giant wolf.Sneaking through the undergrowth, I kept my head down and my senses on high alert. The silence of the woods was broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the stillness. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. A m
= TRIX =The meeting hall went quiet, and Alvera's words hung heavy in the air. Dixie had a mark on her hand that she hadn't seen herself, and it was the same symbol that the rogue pack had talked about—the mark of the Blade. It was the same mark that was on the wolves who killed my brother.The memory of that afternoon pricked my veins. I hate remembering it, I so hate remembering that accursed afternoon. Everything was going well, it was not meant to end that way with my brother’s lifeless body dangling from the ceiling fan of an abandoned classroom, but it did. And I only have the gharry scene imprinted in my head from that afternoon to ever be the last memory of me seeing my elder brother’s face.I took a deep breath.Focus on what’s happening now. What’s happening? Dixie, that green and four-eyed blonde-haired bothersome piglet! With how short she is, I wonder why she always seems to stumble into the wrong places and get the attention of everyone in the room.It happened once dur
= TRIX =The morning mist hung around the trees like a blanket, making me feel as cold inside as the air around me. Sleep had been a stranger the night before as the heavy burden of responsibility weighed on me. The rogues, the attack, the missing Tear - thoughts of them churned in my mind like a wild storm.But another face kept flickering through the chaos – Dixie. The way she looked at me defiantly in the clearing, her eyes filled with fear and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on, it really shook me. Alvera had told me that Dixie disappeared after our last unfortunate and inconvenient encounter. Part of me was relieved – at least she wasn't in immediate danger. Another part, a part I couldn't explain, felt a pang of… concern? It was a foreign sensation, one I quickly pushed down.Alvera appeared next to me, and her constant vigilance always made me feel safer. "Any sign of her?" I asked, my voice lingering in the cool morning air.She shook her head, her expression w
= DIXIE ="I'm not marrying you!" I practically screeched, totally shocked by the craziness of it all. Here I was, back in Grandma's cozy cottage, only this time, the living room wasn't filled with the familiar scent of freshly baked cookies. No, it was filled with tension so thick I could practically chew on it. Trix, looking like a thundercloud in a designer two-piece, glared at me. His right-hand woman, Alvera, stood next to him all serious, not showing any emotion. And there was Jackson, my childhood buddy, who stood beside me with tight fists and eyes full of anger and worry for meTrix shot up from his seat, towering over me with those infuriatingly intense eyes. "Then we're all gonna die, stupid!" he retorted."I'd rather die than marry you!" I fired back as my hands trembled with anger. Marry Trix? The guy who had made my life a living hell, and recently I found out he's some werewolf alpha? Totally bonkers!How the hell did he even find out I was staying there? "There's no