= TRIX =
The morning mist hung around the trees like a blanket, making me feel as cold inside as the air around me. Sleep had been a stranger the night before as the heavy burden of responsibility weighed on me. The rogues, the attack, the missing Tear - thoughts of them churned in my mind like a wild storm.
But another face kept flickering through the chaos – Dixie. The way she looked at me defiantly in the clearing, her eyes filled with fear and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on, it really shook me. Alvera had told me that Dixie disappeared after our last unfortunate and inconvenient encounter. Part of me was relieved – at least she wasn't in immediate danger. Another part, a part I couldn't explain, felt a pang of… concern? It was a foreign sensation, one I quickly pushed down.
Alvera appeared next to me, and her constant vigilance always made me feel safer. "Any sign of her?" I asked, my voice lingering in the cool morning air.
She shook her head, her expression worried. "The search parties haven’t returned yet. But Alpha," she began, sounding unsure, "we need to talk about her."
I tensed up. I still vividly remember how scared Dixie looked when I confronted her in the clearing. The elder couldn't find out about her, or about the rune and the mark that looked just like the rogues' symbol. After the attack on the temple, his trust in us was already fragile.
"We can't leave her out there," Alvera continued. "The Nardoo people might find her first. And if they do..."
The thought of them getting their claws on Dixie and her falling into their clutches, really scared me. It was a fear mixed with a weird protective feeling I couldn't quite explain. She was nothing more than just a human I had always liked picking on caught in the crossfire, but leaving her to fend for herself wasn't an option.
“We need a plan, Alpha." Her voice was a low murmur, respectful yet firm.
"I know," I said, feeling really frustrated. The Elder couldn't know about Dixie. Not yet. If he did, it would cause chaos in the pack with all the rumors and doubts it would stir up. Plus, the Nardoo pack – those rogue wolves – wouldn’t hesitate to use her against us if they knew about the rune on her hand. That's a risk we can't take.
"We need to keep her close," Alvera added calmly. "But we gotta do it without raising any red flags."
I clenched my jaw. Keeping Dixie close, that was easier said than done. The clearing, the confrontation with the rogues – she'd seen too much. She was a liability, a loose thread in the fabric of our secrecy.
"The Nardoos saw her with me," I argued, still feeling the sting of their shocked looks. "If she started living with us all of a sudden, it would raise more suspicion than if there was a surprise attack on the Moon Temple."
“But, Alpha–”
"She can’t stay with the pack," I growled, cutting her off. My voice was a harsh whisper in the quiet of the morning. Keeping her close was the only way to ensure her safety, but it couldn't be seen as anything other than coincidence. The Nardoos had already seen her with me, and they were probably suspicious.
Alvera's lips thinned. "Then what do you propose? Leave her to the wolves, literally?"
My silence said it all—there were no good options, only shades of bad. And then, out of nowhere, this crazy, desperate idea popped into my head, and it was so wild it almost made me laugh.
Just then, something sparked in her eyes, that same wild idea that just popped into my head.
Yes, my Beta and I can sometimes read each other’s minds. It’s something we have in the Slater Pack’s royalty line. We’ve had it since the inception of our pack centuries ago.
"Marry her," she blurted.
The air crackled with the absurdity of it.
Yes, it was an idea that passed my mind, but it was just that! Just a passing idea! It was totally insane for Alvera to even voice it out and think it to be a sensible thing.
Marry Dixie? The girl who I had spent my entire life making sure she saw me as her tormentor? The idea was ludicrous. "Are you out of your mind?" I choked on a growl, the words spitting from my lips.
"Think about it," Alvera pressed, unfazed by my outburst. “A sudden marriage wouldn't be entirely out of the blue for you. You're Alpha, and it's been… well, a while."
"A while since what?" I snapped.
"Since you've shown any interest in… companionship," she finished delicately.
My face burned. True, the death of my brother, Enzo, had left a gaping hole in my life, a void I hadn't even tried to fill. But the thought of marrying some… human girl… her of all people…
"As her husband, her presence by your side wouldn't raise an eyebrow. It would silence any suspicion." She added.
I ran a hand through my hair, my frustration increasing by the second. Her point was valid, but the thought of marrying Dixie… It felt wrong on so many levels. And yet… what other option was there?
"There has to be another way," I muttered, grasping at straws.
Alvera shook her head. "There isn't, Alpha. Not unless you're willing to risk the Nardoos getting to her first. And with the mark and rune she bears…"
Her words lingered, heavy and cold, reminding us how much danger Dixie was in. I closed my eyes, feeling the heavy responsibility settle on me like a heavy cloak. Lives were on the line—mine, the pack’s, and now, somehow, Dixie’s too.
Alvera placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding. "It's the only way. A marriage would explain her constant presence at your side. Anything less or more would raise questions."
My stomach churned. Marry that human girl? This was pure insanity. But as I looked out at the rising sun, feeling the heavy responsibility for our pack’s future, I realized Alvera might be right. It was insane, yes, but it was also the only way.
Taking a deep breath, I met Alvera's gaze, a bitter taste on my tongue. "Fine," I conceded, the word tasting like defeat. "But this doesn't mean I like it."
Alvera's lips twitched into a slight smile. "No one said this would be easy, Alpha. But sometimes, the hardest choices are the ones that save us all."
“Yeah…whatever…” I rolled my eyes and she instinctively took her hand off my shoulder as i rose, “We'll do it your way.”
× Trix דDixie, what’s with that pouty face?” Gran Gran’s voice comes from the hallway, teasing but warm. She steps into the room with that no-nonsense energy she always has. The kind that says she’s got a hundred things going on, but none of them are more important than getting to the heart of whatever’s happening here.“Grandma, it's lovely to see you.” I say, greeting her. “Trix, good to see you sweetheart. I see you're getting handsome by the day.” She says and she winks. Oh my, sometimes I forget how goofy this lady is. I turn to look at Dixie, my heart pounding a little harder now. Dixie’s pouting? She’s always got a way of hiding her feelings, but I can see it now, the tightness around her mouth, the uncertainty in her eyes. But before I can even process it, Gran Gran just waves it off.“Never mind. That’s not why I came down here.” She pauses, her eyes shifting between the two of us, a knowing glint in them. Dixie glances at me, she's curious. The air between us feels he
× Dixie ×Finally, the smell of home. There's this warmth that wraos itself around me as I step into the familiar wals of my Gran Gran’s house. I practically green up here. It’s small but cozy, with little sunlight streaming through the windows and that earthy scent I’ve missed for months. For the first time in what feels like forever, I can breathe easy. No more battles, no more scheming, no more bloodshed. Just the quiet comfort of being back where I belong.I slip my shoes off at the door and head straight to the kitchen, the warmth of the house seeping into my bones. There’s a kettle of tea waiting on the stove, just the way it usually is.I fill a cup and sit at the small wooden table by the window, staring out at the small garden where Gran Gran used to tend to the flowers. The petals are still in bloom, a bright splash of color in the morning light. I take a sip from the cup, the warm liquid soothing my nerves, but no matter how many deep breaths I take, there’s this tension
× Alvera ×It’s a new day, and for once, it actually feels like one. I lean against the wooden post of the meeting hall, watching Trix speak with one of the elders. The elder nods at something Trix says, his stern face breaking into what looks like approval. Approval from him is a miracle in itself, and I can’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. I’ve known Trix for a long time, and seeing this moment of quiet acceptance fills me with a sense of peace I didn’t know I needed. Things are finally falling into place. That doesn’t mean the wounds have healed but the scars are starting to feel like something we can bear. I’m still struggling with my own demons, the battles we fought left marks that don’t just disappear overnight. But today? Today feels lighter. I glance over at Dixie, who’s standing a few feet away, watching Trix with a soft expression. She looks tired, but there’s a warmth in her stare that wasn’t there before. The pack’s whispers about her have quieted, and th
× Trix ×The entire pack compound is filled with killings, and shootings a d fights. I can smell blood and sweat all around me. But I can also see dead bodies on the floor. It's painful but we're not done yet. I can even feel my own exhaustion scratching at the edges of my resolve, but there’s no room for weakness here. Not now. Not when everything depends on this moment. I look around quickly, taking in the scene. Dixie is taking the pack members to safety. Alvera ks fighting both Salcom and Hermes, she looks mad. And her injuries are supposed to slow her down but she isn't giving up.Just then, Blade Alpha fires at me again, his claws aiming for my throat. I barely sidestep in time, the whoosh of his attack grazing my ear. My wolf howls within me, urging me to finish this, to end him. But how? He’s too strong, his skin is thick to everything we’ve thrown at him so far. Every cut we’ve made heals almost instantly, as if mocking us. “Silver,” a voice whispers in the back of my m
× Dixie ×Alvera steps out of the healer’s hut, and for a moment, time seems to pause. “Alvera, no!” I shout, running to her. She waves me off. “I’m fine. Focus on the fight.” I want to argue, but there’s no time. She looks drained, her steps slower than usual. She’s in her battle suit, the dark leather clinging to her like a second skin, and her weapons gleam under the faint light breaking through the smoke-filled air. She looks like someone who crawled straight out of the flames, and trust me, that’s not just a metaphor. Trix notices her too, his head snapping toward her like he’d been holding his breath this whole time. He frowns, his lips moving slightly as if he’s about to tell her to sit back down, but then he stops himself. It’s not his call, and he knows better than to underestimate Alvera’s resolve. "Let’s finish this," she says, her voice a little hoarse but steady. Trix nods, his gaze hardening as he shifts his focus back to Salcom, who’s standing in the middle
× Dixie ×A gunman spots us, his eyes narrowing as he raises his rifle. Trix moves faster than I can blink, grabbing the guy’s arm and twisting it until I hear a sickening crack.Satisfying.The gun falls to the ground, and Trix kicks it away before slamming the guy into the dirt. I don’t have time to be impressed, because another gunman is already running toward us. “Behind you!” I shout. Trix turns just in time to dodge a swing from the guy’s rifle. He grabs the weapon, yanking it out of the man’s hands before delivering a swift punch to his jaw. The guy goes down, and Trix turns to me, his expression grim. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, even though my legs feel like they’re about to give out. The sound of a wolf’s howl pierces the air, and I glance over to see one of the Nardoos locked in a vicious fight with a pack guard. It’s a horrifying sight, but I can’t look away. I see Salcom retreating, and his stupid laughter fades as he steps away from the whole drama.