~Trixie’s Point of View~
“Oh my goddess you’re totally famous now! You’re like all anyone is talking about, people that never paid a lick of attention to you before are all like telling reporters they did,” Jeanette said, throwing her hands around.
I threw myself into her arms without a care. I inhaled her long blonde hair and felt … at home. At ease. More like myself than I’d felt in awhile.
“I wanna talk about you! What have you been doing? Any parties? Tell me,” I said, as we both sat on her bed.
I was desperate for a break from all the hustle and bustle of the palace. I needed everything to just SLOW DOWN. I wanted things to be kind of simple again. Although when I was here before I had a roommate
~Dawson’s Point of View~ I was so furious with William and I knew I was likely close to snapping his neck. I knew it wasn’t a rational anger. Trixie was safe and that was all that mattered. My father threw the accused murderer into a spare room in the palace, but he was still under watch by our best guards. Father would be the only one allowed in to speak with him until I returned. I couldn’t even look at the male, I was so disgusted. If he’d known about Trixie all her life, why hadn’t he done more for her? How could he leave her so destitute, as a servant no less? He was no kind of family I wanted around her. But of course Damien said that should be her choice. We fought the entire way to camp about how to
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “So I don’t fully know what all is going on but for sure, I’m getting to stay at camp through the month. I’ll be here for your shift,” I squealed as I washed my hair. “YAY! Ohhh that’s flipping awesome,” Jeannette squealed back from the next shower stall. “I know! Our wolves running together! I can’t wait, Mila asks about you all the time. She loves that we found you,” I said. “Really?? Don’t make me cry! Oh I think about my wolf all the time. I can’t wait. I hope she comes early but I still have two weeks probably. But now we can have fun for two weeks,” she said, and I heard splashing. She was jumping up and down. I grinned.
~Damien’s Point of View~ For two damn weeks my Trixie has been asleep. Luckily she healed physically pretty quickly, after only about two days. But her mind, it was lost in space. The doctor said she’d probably only be out a couple days but here we were now, going on nearly 15 days. Dawson and I both slept with her every night. We talked to her, we touched her skin as much as possible, kissed her. Nothing worked. While I was struggling with it immensely, Dawson was taking it particularly hard. I’d never seen him so lost. “That Sally Morgan has asked again to meet with you, she’s tired of waiting,” William said, during our daily update. “I don’t give a damn what she wants. I don’t answer to her! If she
~Trixie’s Point of View~ How is it possible I’m standing in the field watching my mates chase me, watching a stupid deer knock me into next week? How did my mates not get to me in time and stop it?! I watched them scoop me up and run me back to the medical building. The fear in their eyes, the misery in their faces … I felt like it would haunt me. I never imagined seeing so much emotion from either of them. It took this serious of an accident to have them show their true feelings. To work together, for my sake. Dawson cried, actual tears. He cursed the goddess for allowing this to happen to me. He begged for help, he begged for my life. Damien looked like a madman, he punched several walls, drawing blood from his hands. I called out to them both, and tried to assure th
~Trixie’s Point of View~ I absolutely had to test the waters. I was sure I put something from my dream together. It was the best memory I thought, and the nicest one to pursue. I was positively beside myself and eager to know if I had actually seen visions from the future. I believed I had, but until I knew for certain I had to be careful. “Oh Trixie I’m so happy you’re awake,” Victoria said, hugging me. I patted her back lightly. “Are you okay, do you need anything,” she asked, concerned. I knew my mates were glaring at me but I didn’t care about them right now. I motioned for William to come closer and when he did, I took his h
~Trixie’s Point of View~ While I tried to encourage my mates to leave me alone with the Brad character, they weren’t about to do it. I did think he would certainly tell me more if we were alone. Dawson is very intimidating and the two of them together? Forget it. I wasn’t at all sure how I felt about having a sudden family. Family. I knew what the dictionary would say it meant, but what was it to me? It felt as weird to say it as it did to try and understand it. Would he come live at the palace? Where did he even live at all? I still had a million questions. I wanted to know who he trusted, I wanted to know if he altered any of his visions and how he decided if he should.
~Jeanette’s Point of View~This is it, the big day. My birthday. The day I’ve waited for and dreamed of … it didn’t seem real. Nothing else mattered today, not money or status, what Kingdom I grew up in, who my family was.Just my wolf.I was gonna get my wolf and best friend tonight. I stared out at the lake, feeling more hopeful than I ever had. I knew after tonight my entire life would forever change. The unknown should be scary, but it wasn’t, not to me. I wanted to dive in head first.Of course I really just wanted to find my mate. I don’t know what pushed my thinking on it but I didn’t feel like he was here. Not now. I did have the idea that I might come b
~Dawson’s Point of View~ It seemed as if callimity just purposefully followed my mate around. Wherever she went, something off color followed her. I wasn’t sure anymore what constituted a normal day but long gone were those times. How was I ever going to get any meaningful work done again? I certainly hadn’t over these past two weeks. I hated to admit it, but if not for Damien I would have absolutely gone insane. I would have lost my mind with worry, with stress. With the unknown of her condition. It was too much for any one person to bear. We leaned on each other like we never had. It simply wasn’t something anyone else could help me with. He had certainly matured greatly since we found our mate. It was all for her. For my mate. The worry, the sacrifice. Flying in the
~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.