~Trixie’s Point of View~
I awoke with my whole body nearly thrown off the seat, and I lurched forward. The bus was stopped at a large gate with a sign overhead that simply read “Camp New Moon.”
The camp was founded by the first Drexel to hold the throne and each Queen has made it her life’s work to ensure all shifter pups have an equal and fair start in life. They need to know survival skills and how to be upstanding members of society. Or something like that.
I quickly sat up straight and tried to collect myself. I took a hair tie off my wrist and did my best to tame my long thick hair that had gotten messed up during my nap. I made a simple braid and tossed it over my shoulder. This was it!
After nearly ten minutes of the bus driver waiting for a guard and then the guard trying to give directions, we were moving again. My eyes were all over the place, wanting to see all I could. There were little cabins scattered all over the property with big numbers on the front. I wondered who I would be living with this month, I hoped they were nice. At Miss Sally’s house everyone was only out for themselves, they stole everyone’s things. It was just a nightmare. All I owned was in the raggedy bookbag between my feet, and it wasn’t much.
Certainly none of it was new, all discards from other people and a few things I had stolen. I didn’t feel guilty about it, especially with all I’d had taken from me. I used to sleep in my shoes because I was afraid they’d be taken, and it didn’t make a difference. Shoes were one of the biggest things thieves sought.
“All right pups, file off the bus and go in the front of this main building. They’ll give you information from there and tell you what to do, remember to have fun,” the bus driver said, with a creepy smile.
After waiting at the check in line for at least half an hour I was finally on my way to finding my bunk. I walked with a group of a dozen female pups toward a row of cabins.
I was anxious to go through the packet they had provided and to look over the phone as well. I’d never had my own phone, and I wondered if I would make a friend that I could call. They made it a point to say that the phones only worked in a two mile radius so there was no point in trying to take them home. The phone’s main purpose was so you could call for help if you were being attacked by a bear or something crazy, but I was already overhearing girls talk about calling males on it. You couldn’t use them for texting or internet, strictly calling only. Not that I knew how to use any of that stuff.
“Cabin 42.”
This was me! A smile spread across my face as I clutched the packet to my chest. I walked into the small building to find a set of bunk beds on the left, on the right and on the far back center wall. Yikes, six females in one small room?! This was going to be a long month. At Miss Sally’s I shared a room with two others and that was super crowded. I had also shared a bed so now … I was getting my own! Even if only for a short while, I would treasure it.
All of the bunks had a stack of sheets and one pillow, but I quickly noticed three of the bunks had other things on them. I selected a top bunk that was empty and threw my bag onto it, then hoisted myself up as well. I scooted against the wall and flipped open the folder. The first thing on the schedule was just right outside so I didn’t have far to go.
Crap! I didn’t have a watch or any sense of time. Oh duh! The phone! I quickly turned it on and the time popped right up. That was nice! I ran my fingers over the screen and felt so important.
I forced myself to go back to the schedule. Meet and greet at 4pm followed by dinner in the main hall at 6pm. There was one counselor for every cabin and there was a list of their names and photos. My counselor’s name was Meghan. I looked back at the phone and I had 45 minutes until I had to go meet her. I laid down and rested my head on the new pillow.
For the first time in my life I felt calm and hopeful. Even though the chances of finding my mate were very low, I hoped I could at least make a friend. Someone who would care, someone who might have connections to take me to a better Kingdom. I closed my eyes, surrounded by that hope, clutching my fancy new phone.
I’m not sure I really fell asleep, but I sure awoke with a start, to the sound of the door slamming.
“That was my bed, bitch,” a voice said.
I sat up abruptly and my eyes locked with a tall, paper thin blonde. I was used to this. Someone always accused me of something, supposedly I was in their way, I was too slow, etc. Everything is my fault, never someone else’s. This was a female who’d probably never been told “no” by anyone a day in her life.
“I’m so sorry, I can move,” I said, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed.
I was immediately self conscious of my worn shoes and clothes.
“Like I’d want to sleep there now! You probably have bugs in your hair! Nasty,” she said, slamming her large suitcase down on another bunk.
I swallowed hard, unsure what to do.
“Mallory my goddess, they can hear you on Mars. You’re such a bitch,” another female said, coming into the cabin with her own large suitcase.
Mallory looked away and I snickered to myself.
“She needs to know her place,” Mallory said, stiffening her back and turning to glare at me.
“Her place is here, just the same as you. Now shut up and get ready we have like three minutes since you wasted so much time chatting up that male,” girl number two said.
She was equally as beautiful. Long blonde hair, clear blue eyes and tanned skin. I’d seen gorgeous looking females like that at some of the wealthier houses I’d worked. She looked straight out of a magazine.
“Don’t mind her hun, she’s just a crotchety bitch with a cucumber permanently up her ass,” girl number two said, snickering.
“You! I will … I will-” Mallory stammered, pointing her finger.
“You’ll what exactly,” girl number two said, putting her hands on her hips.
Mallory grunted, threw her hands up and stormed out.
Girl two made a shooing motion with her hands as if she was sweeping the floor.
“Anyhoo, hey girl I’m Jeanette, Kingdom 3,” girl number two said.
I jumped off the bunk and adjusted my t-shirt that was a wrinkled mess.
“I’m Trixie, thank you for… for…” I said, not sure what to say.
Thank you for standing up for me? No one ever defended me like that before and I almost thought I was dreaming. I didn’t feel the need to tell her what Kingdom I was from, certainly she could tell by looking at me as the other girl had. I was the lowest of the low.
“You don’t have to thank me! Don’t let her run over you. She’s the niece of a Sheriff so she thinks she’s special but whatevs. Her personality more than makes her less in my eyes. She’s my neighbor back home though, I’ve had to deal with her annoying ass all my life. She thinks the sun shines out of her butt or something,” Jeanette said, dumping out all the stuff from her packet.
She then quickly opened her suitcase and threw a few things around.
I suppressed a laugh. I reached onto my bunk and grabbed my phone, putting it into my pants pocket. I turned back to see Jeanette quickly brushing her hair then changing her shoes.
“All right sugar let’s see what kind of trouble we can find, I didn’t come here to behave,” Jeanette said, suddenly hooking her arm in mine.
~Dawson’s Point of View~“Darling, you didn’t forget that this weekend you and Damien are both due at camp, did you? Of course I would have preferred you to go next month when your little brother has his birthday but I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate that,” mother said, one night over dinner.I slammed my fist to the table, making the dishes clatter and the staff stiffen their backs with fear. I grinned on the inside at their fear, but left a stern face to everyone else. I enjoyed keeping them on their toes and in their place.“Mother, I don’t have time for your charity nonsense. I’m going abroad with William to check out two prospective wives in a week’s time. One of them is in my top three and I think … might just be the one. She litera
~Trixie’s Point of View~Jeanette just walked with such a purpose, with her head held high, never looking down to anyone. I was beyond jealous, desperate for that kind of confidence. I wasn’t sure I could ever do it. I felt the vibes from everyone else and they clearly said “I’m better than you.”She led me to a large tree where many females were sitting. I noticed the she-wolf speaking had a name tag that read “Meghan.” I know it may sound so simple to some, but being able to read meant everything to me. I was sure the others that came from Kingdom 10 couldn’t read.“Curfew is 11pm for those that haven’t shifted yet, 2am for those who have and if you are on your birthday night you are not to be out without a counselor,” she explained.&n
~Dawson’s Point of View~I had William fix our dinner plates and bring them to our private cabin. It was far beneath me to dine with the children and all their mindless chatter. I brought a lot of work with me and I intended to get through most of it. I’d already arranged for messengers to discreetly carry my paperwork back and forth every other day.“I heard about this crazy incident while I was getting dinner. Some female pup attacked another at the lake. She just charged out of nowhere at the poor girl who was checking out the water or getting a drink I guess. She didn’t know how to swim and Damien of all people jumped in and saved her,” he said, finishing his meal.“Hmm. You don’t know why she attacked her? Must be some reason, I said, not actually caring.&
~Trixie’s Point of View~ Light, blinding light. I groaned. Ohh, that hurt, my throat felt like the desert. My head was throbbing. I lifted my arm painfully to my head, and felt something. I pulled on it, getting it out of my hair. A twig from a bush? I looked toward Mallory’s bed and it was empty, but all her things were still there. I made a face at that. I looked at the bottom bunk to the side, Jeannette was passed out, with all her clothes on … even shoes. I looked down at my feet, they were completely muddy and filthy, grass was stuck in my toes. I pushed through the pain my entire body felt and got down from my bunk as quietly as I could. I grabbed my bag off the hook and checked my shoes. Thank the Goddess they were finally dry. I tiptoed out the door and
~Trixie’s Point of View~ I got back to my cabin far after everyone else. I had been too humiliated to go back. No one was there, and I had to assume they were eating. I was certainly no stranger to hunger and I had far too many aches, pains and other issues to let my hunger bother me. I changed my clothes since mine were completely covered in grass stains. I’d never be able to get those out. Just great. I couldn’t even begin to process this morning. My hero was a prince. A hot, sexy prince with long hair and warm brown eyes. Was he flirting with me or did I get too many hits? Maybe one knocked something in my brain loose. Then there was his brooding, jerk of a brother. Didn’t William say he was t
~Trixie’s Point of View~ Ten o’clock. It couldn’t get here fast enough! This morning’s training was taught by William, and the princes were nowhere in sight. The females all gossiped about where they could be, but I only cared about one. Ten o’clock. The magic hour when Damien would be waiting … just for me. He’d be meeting just me. Breakfast seemed to take forever, then I had an hour long hearing activity where we sat in the woods and tried to pick up on sounds and notice animals without seeing them. They wanted us to do it as pups and then again once we had our wolves since our hearing would be drastically better then. They wanted us to see the difference. I couldn’t really pay attention. Ten o’clock, that was the only thing I could think about. My mind raced w
~Dawson’s Point of View~ Ever since the whole finding my mate debacle I’d pretty much been holed up in my cabin and I’d missed a few classes so I was probably going to get fussed at. I had always had a very disciplined and structured life and now this little … this little… Ugh. I couldn’t say a cross word about her. She was consuming me, the more I thought about her the more my mind wandered. My heart was desperate to know more but my mind said that would just make it worse. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “What,” I yelled, not wanting to look up from the letter I was writing. “You may enter,” I then said, dryly. I took a deep breath and didn’t recogni
~Trixie’s Point of View~ My head was still throbbing with the brutal rebuff from Damien. I really hurt his feelings, but he didn’t even give me a chance to explain. I went through the motions of the evening, but I mostly tuned everything out. I couldn’t focus. Maybe if I could find a way to get him alone then he would listen to me. I made my way back to the cabin after what seemed like an endless day that had started out so good, with so much promise. Just to end with a giant knot in my stomach. There was a male outside my door who looked bored out of his mind. “Are you…” he trailed off, looking at his paper. “Trixie?” I nodded, unsure
~Two Years Later~ ~Willow’s Point of View~ “It’s so dang hard to believe isn’t it,” Jeanette said, as we watched our mates and pups swimming in the lake. We made a pact that every year, during our birth month we would come back to camp, if only for the day. You can do that kind of nonsense when you’re a royal with a helicopter at your disposal. Of course there were so many of us now the poor pilot had to make two trips. Maybe three depending on how many people wanted to come. “It really is,” I said, shifting my son Dylan in my arms. He was only a month old and certainly not ready for swimming. But we’d get him there. Thankfully he slept through anything and everything, and if he woke … well a boob in his fac
Ten Weeks Later ~Willow’s Point of View~ Trying to find a new normal when so many of us in the palace were still totally new to this life must be what it’s like for a first grade teacher. Kids that are somewhat eager to learn but mostly want to play with their friends and just have lunch and recess. Only us pregnant hippos loved our nap times. It seemed like all we did was have meetings and eat. I wasn’t complaining since I knew it was all important stuff. But it definitely seemed like we were all just making it up as we went. We had some “guidance” but no real adult to stand there and say ‘this is what you do’. Jeanette and I often joked that we were playing house and the real owners would be home soon. It
~Dawson’s Point of View~ The ladies had now been in mom’s room for nearly an hour. Watching them on the cameras made me absolutely sick. They also gossiped freely, truly believing no one was listening. They trashed mom, talked about how she didn’t appreciate her fine things. But oh, they would. They would take better care of her stuff. They were all far more deserving. They already had plans for certain gowns, for upcoming events. I hoped they truly enjoyed their last minutes of freedom and complete indulgence. I was ready to reign down absolute fire on these damn females. At least five pieces of jewelry had been pocketed. They did it without a second thought, and bragged about it. I had to leave the room several times because I got so pissed off. I just saw red. Befor
~Willow’s Point of View~ I absolutely felt this was an all hands on deck situation. I was currently standing in my mates’ office along with Draven, William, Victoria, Jeanette, Brad, Mom, Nicholas and some others that Dawson insisted were their top security people. He was confident they were absolutely trustworthy. I quickly told them my vision then my plan and everyone stared back at me in shock. “Those raggedy bitches,” Dawson said, slamming his fist into the desk and causing splinters to fly. He got one stuck in his hand and my mom quickly went to work getting it out. “I just had this feeling there was something more we were missing. Some
~Willow’s Point of View~ Draven arranged for Victoria, Jeanette and myself to meet with Delia’s girlfriends. I wasn’t sure exactly why it had to be us specifically but I supposed they felt it would grease their wheels. It would be easier to talk with three pregnant she-wolves than with four huge and intimidating lycans. Two that have big crowns on their heads whether they actually do at the moment or not. I supposed talking to anyone with the word ‘King’ in front of their name would be nerve wracking. Although I really enjoyed the talks I had with Dante. He was very easy to speak to, but maybe that was because I was mated to his son. He may not have been as warm and welcoming with everyone. Now, I would certainly treasure them. The tender moments we shared.
~Draven’s Point of View~ For three days now I’ve been an orphan. My entire life the big legacy of the Dubois Drexel families was drilled into my mind until I could recite our family tree by heart. In some regards I felt as if it was all slipping away. I looked at my brothers and our mates and knew that wasn’t true but it still seemed that way. You can take all the precautions in the world, have the finest security. Live in a damn palace and it doesn’t matter. Feeling safe is just that, a feeling. It’s not real. I put my head on Jeanette’s shoulder as the minister began to speak. Our family believed in cremation, at least half your ashes were to be carried by the wind. The rest could be buried or kept b
~Damien's Point of View~ By the time I got back to my mom’s room, dad had fallen asleep. His heartbeat was a bit slower than I liked and his color was off, but I didn’t see what we could do about it. I ordered another bed to be brought in and I didn’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. It took my brother and I along with two male nurses to get him into the bed and situated. We pushed the beds together making one. Draven then joined their hands. Dad seemed just as lifeless. I wanted him to wake up and fight with me, argue with me about staying out all night. Tell me I wasn’t going to amount to anything. Just say something, have life behind his eyes. He looked nothing like the virile and strong King he was just a month ago. I knew Draven was having the same thoughts.
~Willow’s Point of View~ We literally had no way to get an unconscious Dawson out of the medical ward without anyone seeing. It was bad enough I just ran through like someone was dying, people would want to know why. I hated having to be so accountable to people, having to explain myself. It was quite a burden to shoulder. *Can’t just walk around naked huh? That sucks. Guess what I can do that,* Mila said. I nearly snorted. Like I didn’t know. Ever since the incident where she almost made me pee my pants during a rather important time, she’s been constantly reminding me of things she can get away with and do that I can’t. *What’s wrong with our mate,* she asked, as I stroked his hair.
~Dawson’s Point of View~ She couldn’t die, I wouldn’t accept that. For all her faults she was my mother, the only one I’d ever have. She gave her entire life to her children, to the crown. To the Drexel dynasty. Half the palace was gathered outside the medical ward, desperate for word. The word was, she was in a coma and it wasn’t likely she would wake. The staff loved mother, they were all highly devoted. When Willow brought to my attention that Maxwell could have potentially poisoned something in her room, we literally gutted it and sent all her products for testing. We were still waiting to get the results back, I’d just gotten off the phone with the lab and after some choice words they promised to have it all done today.