12/29/21
Hey everybody! Thank you again so much for your patience and understanding while I took a pause to focus on the real world and then re-wrote and restructured this book after publication. That was a hard thing for me to do and to ask everyone to start over again.
I just want to again say that if you added this book to your library prior to 12/16/21 you'll need to delete it and re-add it to see my updates and then start again. The new additions mostly started around chapter 10 and moved on with a new one being inserted. You will not lose chapters you already paid for.
I wanted to drop this note again because if you have not re-read it from the start to get all the changes things may not make a lot of sense going forward.
Thank you again so much for reading!
Saree Bee
~Damien’s Point of View~ We were all gathered outside, waiting for the prisoner and his lawyer to come in. Since Dawson insisted on making a big spectacle out of the trial there were literally two hundred people gathered, microphones and a PA system. Tables were set in front of the “jury” as humans would call it. The deliberations were held by a panel of anywhere from five to nine persons, with the King acting as the judge. Of course Dawson and I were on the panel today. “Where the hell is Trixie, why isn’t she out here? And where the hell is William,” Dawson said, practically whisper barking in my ear. I looked at him like he had two heads.
~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.