× Trix × “Sure, sure,” she says, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Anyway, back to business. This P.O. Box thing... we should be careful. If it’s a trap, we don’t want to walk into it blindly.”I nod, my mind shifting gears like an automated car. “Yeah, I figured as much. That’s why I’m coming with you.”Alvera gives me a side-eye. “Oh, so now you’re Mr. Cautious? Where was this energy when you let Dixie wander into the woods and get bitten by a snake?”“Okay, first of all,” I say, narrowing my eyes at her, “I didn’t let her do anything. She’s her own person. And second, I warned her about it, remember?”“Yeah, and look how well that turned out.”I roll my eyes. “Can we focus, please?”She shrugs. “Fine, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you if this whole thing turns into a mess.”Again, Alvera breaks the silence with a sigh. “You know, you really should learn to trust me more.”I raise an eyebrow. “Trust you? I do trust you.”“Do you though?” she asks, her tone serious now. “Beca
× Dixie × I stay lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling that familiar weight of boredom settle over me. Another day stuck in this house, in this territory where everyone looks at me like I don’t belong. Which, like, okay, maybe I don’t. But they don’t have to make it so obvious. It’s like they all think I’m some fragile outsider who can’t handle the fact that I’m human and not a werewolf like them. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about what they think.But still… it doesn’t exactly make me want to, you know, mingle.I roll onto my side, grabbing my phone, but the signal here is trash, so I can’t even doomscroll through my socials like a normal person. Ugh. This place sucks. It’s like being in the middle of nowhere with wolves judging you and no Wi-Fi. Fantastic. If I had known it was gonna be like this, I might’ve thought twice about agreeing to stay. And yet, it’s not all bad. Somehow,bsomehow this place has become bearable. Or, okay, maybe just a little less miserable
× Dixie ×He seems shock. “Yeah, well, I figured I’d need the real thing. Selfies don’t do you justice.” He says it so casually, but my heart skips a beat. I roll my eyes, trying to keep the conversation where I feel safe. In the land of sarcasm. “Please, spare me the cheesy compliments. You’ve been hanging around the elders too much.”“Maybe. But they’re not wrong.”I laugh, mostly because I don’t know what else to do. “Okay, Romeo, what’s really going on? You’re acting… weird.”He leans back, looking up at the ceiling, letting out a long breath. “I don’t know. I guess… I’ve just been thinking a lot.”“Oh, wow. Trix thinking? Should I call the news?” I tease. He glances at me, and there’s this moment where our eyes meet and everything feels too serious, too real. Then, as if on cue, he snaps back into sarcasm mode, and I’m grateful. “Ha ha, very funny. Don’t break your leg patting yourself on the back for that one.”I snort. “It wasn’t that great, honestly. But points for delive
× Dixie × I’m staring at my food, and it’s staring back like it’s got something to say. While my fork is just hovering there, like it’s unsure too. I poke at the food a little, trying to get myself to actually eat, but my brain has apparently decided it’s snack time for thoughts, not actual food.And those thoughts? Yeah, they’re all about him. Trix. With that ridiculously intense gaze, the way his voice gets all low and serious when he’s focused, and… ugh, why am I doing this to myself? He’s cocky, a little frustrating, and yet somehow, I can’t get him out of my head. What is wrong with me?I shove a forkful of food into my mouth, hoping it’ll knock some sense into me, but all it does is sit there while I chew... and think. I can feel his presence even when he’s not here, like some permanent shadow, lurking in my thoughts. I swear, it’s like he installed himself in my head, rent-free, and now he’s just kicking back, smirking.A sigh escapes me, and I’m barely even aware I’m rolli
× Trix × I can't get her out of my head. It’s like she’s taking up all the space in my mind, and it’s driving me crazy. So, yeah, I summoned her. What else was I supposed to do? Sit here and pretend like she isn’t all I’ve been thinking about since that whole venom incident? Not a chance.But now she's standing here, looking at me with those sharp, curious eyes, asking me, basically demanding to know if I care. Like, really care. And I get it, she needs to hear it. But the words? They’re stuck in my throat. How do I even explain this mess of feelings, this ridiculous urge I’ve had all day to make sure she’s okay, to protect her? To tell her that if anything happened to her, I’d probably lose it?I take a breath, trying to figure out how to get the words out without sounding like a total idiot. But then she’s just standing there, waiting, with that damn smirk like she already knows what’s coming. She always makes me feel like I’m on the edge of something, like she’s daring me to s
× Dixie ×I pull my hair up into a messy bun, adjusting my gloves, and take a deep breath as I step into the sparring room. This overly big space used as a sparring room, which I feel is a waste of space. The usual scent of sweat and mats fills the air, not exactly pleasant, but familiar. Normally, we’d all be outside, sparring under the open sky. But since Ryder decided to disappear on whatever “important” mission he’s got going on, we’re stuck in here with the co-masters. They’re alright, I guess. But it’s just… not the same.Plus, there’s the added bonus of the squad of “pain-in-the-ass princesses”, as I’ve taken to calling them. They’re already here, warming up and gossiping loudly in the corner, making way more noise than any workout should. I try to ignore the fact that they’re glaring in my direction, whispering like I can’t practically hear them. I’m honestly grateful Ryder’s not around to scream at me for every tiny mistake, but dealing with these girls? It’s like choosing
× Dixie × They both look scandalized, and I almost expect them to start gasping like I’ve just told them the juiciest piece of gossip. Instead, Kaia-Kayla’s face goes all red, and Miranda just glares at me, like she’s thinking of a comeback but can’t find one. Ha. Score one for Team Dixie.“Dixie!” Zara calls out again, her tone sharper this time. “Less talking, more kicking!”Ugh. Right. Training. I quickly turn back to the dummy, feeling my face heat up. Great. Now I look like the troublemaker, while the girls behind me try to hold back their smug little smirks.I go for a roundhouse kick, putting a little extra power into it, just for the satisfaction of releasing some pent-up irritation. But my timing’s off, and I end up stumbling, which, of course, earns me another giggle from the peanut gallery.“Nice form,” Kaia-Kayla snickers, all fake-sweet.I spin around and give them my best glare. “You know, you two should try stand-up comedy. Except you’d have to be funny first.”They b
× Dixie × I laugh, and I realize how good it feels. It’s like Jennie’s just washed away the lingering snark from the girl squad, and for the first time in forever, I actually feel… happy? Relaxed? Like maybe everything isn’t a total disaster.“Seriously, Luna,” she says, putting a hand on my shoulder and looking at me with these big, concerned eyes. “Are you okay? I heard a little about what happened, and… well, I was worried.”I feel my throat tighten a bit, but I just nod, smiling like it’s nothing. “Yeah, I’m good. I mean, kind of. It’s complicated.” Understatement of the century. “Let’s just say it’s been a trip, but seeing you right now is making it all a little less complicated.”We’re interrupted by another exaggerated sigh from Kaia-Kayla or whatever. I roll my eyes, ready to throw one last snarky line at them, but Jennie beats me to it.“Oh, hi girls,” Jennie says, giving them her best innocent smile. “Did you need something? Or were you just lurking?”They give each other t
× Trix ×The air is frigid as we make our way to the safe house. It’s like walking through a storm, even though the sky is clear. It’s not the weather. It’s her. Dixie. She’s wrapped in a coldness I can’t penetrate, and it hits me harder than the biting chill in the air.Falling into the pond has got me so wet and a bit cold but her attitude is way colder.We don’t speak. Not that I expect her to. She hasn’t said a word since we landed asides ‘I'm fine’. And I get it. I get why she’s upset, angry ,hell, I probably deserve all of it. But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. There’s this thick wall between us, and I can feel it with every step I take beside her.I try to offer her comfort, but I can’t even do that without her shutting me down. She doesn’
× Dixie ×I can't breathe. The jet is shaking so violently, it's like it's alive, thrashing against its own destruction. The walls are vibrating under the pressure, the floor beneath me feels like it's going to give way any second.Every breath I take feels like a struggle, like the air’s been sucked out of this goddamn plane. I want to scream, to let it out, but I can't. All that comes out is a choked sob that I barely even hear over the noise of the plane.My whole body is shaking.I can’t do this.I can’t jump.The thought hits me like a ton of bricks. I can’t even wrap my mind around it. The air is so thin up here, and the thought of throwing myself out of this tiny jet ,no, it’s not even a thought, it’s a nightmare.Heigh
× Trix ×One of the guards, his face pale as death, looks at me with wide eyes. "The pilot... he’s been sniped."My stomach drops like a stone. What the hell?I move before I can think. “Check the systems,” I bark, my voice a razor-sharp command. But even as I speak, I know it’s pointless. The damage is done. Our pilot’s gone. The jet’s flying itself, and we’re at the mercy of whoever did this.I hear the low hum of frantic voices in the background. The guards are trying to figure out what happened, but it doesn’t take long for the panic to spread through the cabin. The guards and a few helps start whispering. Some start standing, trying to move toward the exits, but I don’t have time for any of that. I need to keep them together. I need to control the chaos."Q
× Trix דI hate you!” she screams, her fists pounding against my chest again. It’s weak. Pathetic. But I know the meaning behind every hit, every word. “I hate you for doing this to me.”The words are like daggers in my chest. I can’t help it. They hurt. But I force myself to stay calm, to keep my hands steady.“I don’t give a damn if you hate me,” I say, my voice shaking with an emotion I won’t let her see. “But you’re coming with me. Whether you want to or not.”She tries again to break free, her body tense with anger, but I tighten my grip on her, pulling her away from the door.“Let me go!” she cries out, struggling in my arms, kicking at me, clawing at me. But nothing works.“I’m not letting you
× Trix × A few minutes pass before Alvera returns, and I already know what she’s about to say before she opens her mouth. “She’s refusing to leave,” Alvera says, her voice low but clear. Her eyes flicker with concern, but there’s no hesitation. “She doesn’t want to go with you.”I grit my teeth. "I figured as much," I mutter. A storm brews in my chest, but I force myself to stay composed, to keep my cool. "I’m going to get her myself." Alvera nods, stepping aside as I move past her. I can feel the anger burning behind my eyes, but I suppress it. This isn’t the time for rage. Not now. But damn it, I need her to understand. I march down the hall, my mind racing with the thought of what might happen if I can’t get her to understand. If I can’t make her see reason. I know how stubborn she is, how her heart’s set in its ways. But right now, I need her to see that this isn’t about trust anymore. It’s about survival. I reach her door, my knuckles rapping against it sharply. "Dixie," I
× Trix ×Stunned. I stare at Salcom, my blood boiling beneath the surface, every muscle in my body coiled tight. He’s playing his games again, twisting the moment to fit his narrative, and I’m already tired of it. Exhausted by the dance, the posturing, the damn theatrics he always loved. I don't ask him anything else. No more questions. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I know his tricks, his manipulations ,the way he thrives on pulling strings and watching people squirm. I won’t be his puppet. But then, with that oily smirk plastered across his face, he opens his mouth, and the words that come out hit like a sucker punch.“I’m here to issue an ultimatum,” he says, his tone shifting, a faux casualness that screams deception. An ultimatum? My instincts are already screaming that it’s a lie. Every syllable drips with calculated intent, a setup waiting to ensnare. My eyes narrow, heart pounding in my chest. “What ultimatum?” I ask, my voice low, dangerous. His eyes gleam, feeding o
× Salcom ×The energy is electric , dangerous, inviting, almost intoxicating. This baby girl , standing there with fire in her eyes and betrayal written across her face, has no idea what she’s radiating. Just by looking at her, I can tell. The connection is undeniable. Her bond with Trix pulses in the air, something primal, something sacred ,and that’s what makes it delicious. Fragile things always shatter so beautifully.I take a step closer, and the chaos around them fades. Pack members are still scattered, watching, whispering, but I barely hear them. All I see is her. The way she holds herself, defiant yet trembling, like a candle flickering in a storm. Who would’ve thought this was the one who could unravel him? Trix, the almighty Alpha, brought to his knees by a human. I almost laugh. Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor.And Trix? Oh, he’s trying so hard to play it cool. Standing there, fists clenched, that classic scowl plastered on his face. But I see it ,the flic
× Trix ×What? Salcom?The name alone sends a chill down my spine, like ice-cold claws raking through my veins. I freeze for a split second, but in that moment, everything around me seems to slow. The noise of the pack, the murmurs, the anger ,it all fades to a low hum, like I’m underwater.All I can focus on is the figure standing there. Salcom.He’s the last person I expect to see here, and the look in his eyes, that predatory glint, is more than enough to send alarms blaring in my head.Why is he here?
× Dixie דI never loved her,” he says again, his voice hard. Final. Like a door slamming shut.I flinch. I can’t help it. Each repetition is a reminder, a confirmation of every fear I’ve ever had.Why does it hurt so much? I knew this. Deep down, I knew. The whispers, the rushed marriage, the way he always kept me at arm’s length. It was never about love. It was strategy. A means to an end.But hearing it. God, hearing it is something else.The crowd is eating it up. I can feel their relief, their satisfaction. They wanted this. They wanted him to put me in my p