~Trixie’s Point of View~
I had a bit of a chat last night with Mila and we both agreed to try and move forward. One day at a time, that’s all we could do anyhow but still. Dwelling on losing my mate wasn’t going to do either of us any good.
I was at training, unfortunately Mallory had been following close to me once she saw Damien and William were leading the class. Whatever she thought she was going to get from me, I didn’t know and having to constantly keep my guard up was getting old.
“Hey everyone, can I have your attention,” William said, waving his hands for everyone to come forward.
I stood frozen, but secretly hoping he’d say Dawson fell off a cliff.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “What’s something we can do here that you’ve wanted to do but never thought possible? Never dreamed you could do it,” Victoria asked as we walked away from my cabin. “Well I had always wanted to learn to swim and I took some lessons with William. He was very nice and patient with me,” I said, pointing toward the lake. “Oh that’s nice. No swimming in your kingdom then I take it,” she asked. I wanted to laugh out loud but it was hardly appropriate. “Nope, none,” I just said. “What’s over that way? Let’s explore,” she said, her eyes wide with excitement.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “So you’ll come today right,” Victoria asked, looking way too chipper. “It’s a nature hike,” I asked, a bit weary. Not to mention I doubted I had the stamina to really keep up with her. Morning training thankfully had just been led by some regular counselors but it still wiped me out. “Yeah it’s a hike and a chance to see the waterfall, some of the counselors were talking about it,” she said, just as William happened by our breakfast table. Her eyes locked on him and I definitely noticed. “Princess, did you sleep well,” Dawson said, dropping himself at our table. The way he said “princess” made me want to kick
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “Everyone is gossiping about the princess and here you’ve been hanging out with her! Has she talked at all about the wedding? Maybe you’d be invited! Gosh can you imagine,” Jeanette said, throwing herself on her bed. I rolled my eyes. In a perfect world it would be my wedding. Pffft, there’s a total fantasy. I pictured myself with a crown on my head and wanted to laugh. There’s absolutely no way I could ever be accepted in his world, I’d do nothing but drag him down. Wait a minute … whoa whoa was I siding with him?? I smacked myself right on the forehead. I felt like Dawson and I had turned over a new leaf on our hike, and shared a few nice moments. Then, on the way home he was right back to his brooding self. He argued with me and
~Trixie’s Point of View~ I woke up suddenly, a hand was on my arm. My eyes flew open to see Jeanette, looking awful. “I’m so damn sorry Trix, I--” I cut her off and sat up quickly. “There was nothing you could do. Mallory is so damn devious. She knew just what she was doing,” I said. “But did you ever find out where the clothes came from,” she asked, cocking her head to the side. My mind flew back to Dawson seeing my crappy socks and shoes. I had an idea. “Princess Victoria told authorities she left them for me as a gift,” I said, not elaborating as to whether or
~Trixie’s Point of View~ *Don’t fight me Trix, just let go,* Mila said, trying to calm me down. “It hurts! It’s killing me! I’m dying or something,” I yelled, my lungs contracting and expanding, the air felt like it hurt coming in. “You’re not dying,” a deep voice said, as my vision started to get blurry. Hands were on me, warm hands. They briefly distracted me, taking all my attention. The moon cleared the trees for just a second and there he was … Damien. “Your wolf is here,” he said, tugging at some of my clothing. I screamed out again, as I was thrown onto my side.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ Damien had walked us a bit further it seemed into the middle of nowhere, but I took notice it was away from the howls. They seemed to change direction though and something told me that it was Victoria. Was she looking for me specifically? Was something wrong? "I'm going to help you shift back beautiful," Damien said, finally stopping. I blushed and Mila put her paw over her face. *Now I know you aren't getting bashful,* I teased.
~Damien’s Point of View~ A fated mate. An actual fated mate. It’s still surreal to say. You’d think being born into a royal family would automatically give me a path, some semblance of direction in life. Well for Dawson it had, since he was the first born. He didn’t get a choice, he was thrown to the wolves the second he took his first breath. But for me, few cared what I did so … I did whatever the hell I wanted. Dawson and I have always been heavily competitive, mostly with fighting, hunting and sports. He was dad’s favorite and I was mom’s, then my little brother was just kind of a curve ball that I took under my wing.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ I stretched out, feeling better than I ever had before. Hmm, must have gotten some really good sleep! I opened my eyes and sat straight up. Where the heck was I? I was in a basic room, with just one bed. Huh, was this … the medical cabin? I reached up to touch my hair which was a ratty mess. I stretched my neck and immediately remembered. I jumped to my feet and ran into the little attached bathroom. I flicked on the light and threw myself at the sink. I lifted my hair and looked in the mirror. One mark, two marks. Oh, my goddess! Two mates!! Two princes!! My eyes practically bugged out of my head and I spun around toward the sho