~Trixie’s Point of View~
“Thank you all for coming and joining us today. We couldn’t be more proud to formally announce that both Prince Dawson and Prince Damien have found a true fated mate. And actually their mate is the same female. You know her as the golden wolf, but now she is also Princess Beatrix,” the Queen said, applauding.
I stood between my mates and took their hands, giving a small nod and smile. I blushed, hating the attention. This thing had just started and I already wished it was over with. The crowd looked shocked and I could tell many were dying to shout out questions.
“I know the burning question many of you have is why didn’t we announce this when Trixie was in the news before? Well there are many reasons for that, things were still very new to us
ooh I couldn't leave you without a good cliffhanger!
~Draven’s Point of View~ My whole life I felt like no one saw me, no one gave a damn what I did. I’d never be king so there was no point in teaching me, even really watching me . My accomplishments, my gains … all for nothing if no one saw them. Sometimes Damien would come to my basketball games, cheer me on. I’d feel so powerful when I had an audience, important and needed. In the palace I was just a fly on the wall, someone who was summoned for family photos and big announcements. No one ever asked, “Draven what do you think about… What would you do in this instance…” No, it was all for Dawson, everything. I resented him for so long, he was perfect and there was absolutely no measuring up to him. There was no possible way to be as great and flawless. Get the hi
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “You’re not being left alone with her,” Dawson said, matter of fact. He was being unreasonable. What else was new. “The last time I was alone with her, the goddess showed me a bit more and it was helpful in nailing her,” I insisted. Any chance I had to trigger a vision I was absolutely going to take. There was too much on the line. I was beginning to feel like my mates were afraid of my gift. At first it was fun, seeing Victoria’s future and giving a happy couple good news. But what happens when the visions are not always pleasant, when they get a bit too real? When they show the completely awful side of humanity? They tho
~Trixie’s Point of View~ I kept walking. I very well heard Sally’s words. I couldn’t let her know they affected me. I could never give her that, even if I was crushed. My mom. The princes. She told them my mom was alive and she knew this whole time? They’ve known … for how long? I kept walking down the long hallway until I reached the guard’s office and I threw myself inside. The man looked at me confused but I couldn’t speak. “Would you please give us a few minutes,” Draven said, trying to dismiss him. “Sure, take your
~Damien’s Point of View~We’d had our most trusted guards and investigators raid not only Sally’s hotel room but her house and her boyfriend’s house. The sheer volume of her ‘excellent record keeping’ would have us buried in paperwork for months. When we realized what we were up against, we put together a team of five people to work on nothing but her records.I wanted to know every child that came and went from her house and what happened to them. There were just so many, I’d never had a clue as to how many orphans there truly were in all the kingdoms. And I’d certainly never given much thought as to what happened to them. What kind of lives they led. This wasn’t some pet project, this was my mission. We couldn’t let this continue. Child slavery right under our noses &helli
~Dawson’s Point of View~ “I need some damn answers now! Someone knows where that woman is! She didn’t just disappear into thin air,” I screamed into the phone. The investigator that I sent to Kingdom 6 to look for this female named Hendrix was coming up with nothing. But oddly enough, a neighbor did mention that she disappeared not long after Beatrix the golden wolf was plastered all over the news. The neighbor said she seemed exceptionally surprised by the news and was gone the next morning. This was no coincidence. She’s clearly on the run, hiding something. Is the woman actually Trixie’s mom? I had to know and I needed answers now. I sent out a pick up on sight order for her and her vehicle. It wasn’t enough and I didn’t handle sitting idle very well, not with a ser
~Jade’s Point of View~ When I heard the howl, my Andrew’s howl … my heart nearly exploded. I hadn’t heard it in so long, far too long. I knew it couldn’t be so, there was absolutely no chance it was him. But there was only one other who could know his signature howl. Someone that I should have tried to find, but my shame and my pride wouldn’t let me. I owed it to him, but I simply couldn’t. I was wanted, stalked for my pelt. He would have been as well. I didn’t want to trust it, I had my pups to protect. I wouldn’t leave them. But if what Alma said is true, if my Willow has shifted and is now under the protection of the palace albeit with some bogus old lady’s name… I don’t have any clue what to expect from what lies in the darkness. What to believe.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ *Not that I’m complaining, especially since the hunting has been totally off the chaaaain with our sexy mate, but are you ever gonna shift back,* Mila asked. It had been three days that Dawson, William and Brad were gone. I wasn’t stupid. I knew Dawson was trying to do something big, likely find my mom. Try to be a hero so I’d forgive him. Does a good deed fix so many bad ones though? And what about one as epic as finding my mom? Even if all he found was a grave, I’d have closure. *I don’t know. I think this is pretty cool staying on four legs,* I said, looking over at Hannah. Jeanette was standing with me in solidarity, and also refusing to shift back. Victoria kind of went back and
~Willow's Point of View~ Five days had passed since my family came to the palace. Mom and I didnt talk about the wedding again, and I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t bring it up. She’d just come into my life, things were incredible. I didn’t want any confrontation. But it was important, too important I felt. Not to mention the Queen had already released a statement that there was in fact a wedding happening in three weeks. It was the big elephant in the room and it was starting to suffocate me. Dawson had also thrown himself into his work. All three of us slept together at night but there was nothing more than kissing. Our relationship was quite obviously strained, we all desperately knew it. Did mom tell Dawson he wasn’t allowed to marry me? I just didn’t know.