Trixie POV
The chatter in the cafeteria buzzed around us as I slid into the lunch table with Jerica, Abby, and Janet. The usual hum of cliques and gossip filled the air, but our little circle was focused on something else—fall break plans.
“Okay, so fall break’s coming up in October,” Abby said, biting into her apple. “It’s like a whole week off. Anyone have ideas on what we should do?”
Janet shrugged. “We could do the usual—movie marathons, bonfires, pumpkin picking?”
Jerica leaned forward, her eyes bright. “And Halloween! We definitely have to do something for that. Maybe a costume party?”
I smiled, looking around at my friends. “I like the idea o
Trevor stepped out first, instantly alert, scanning the area as Joe and Eric flanked him. Trixie followed, her eyes wide as she took in the sprawling estate. It wasn’t as tall as Trevor’s pack house, but it was broader, fortified, and surrounded by thick forest.The massive front doors opened, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man with sandy blond hair and a sharp jaw. He wore a navy shirt that clung to his muscular build, his posture confident and authoritative. Beside him stood a graceful woman with auburn hair and kind green eyes, her hand resting lightly on his arm.“Alpha Trevor,” the man greeted, voice deep and steady.“Welcome to the Ironclaw Pack. I’m Alpha Brock, and this is my mate, Luna Rachel.” Trevor stepped forward, shaking his hand firmly. “Thank you for having us.” Brock’s beta, a wiry man with intelligent eyes and a lopsided grin, appeared at his side. “This is my Beta, Kyle,” Brock said. Kyle nodded in greeting.Brock gestured toward the massive entryway. “Come in. L
Trevor POVThe morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across Trixie's sleeping form. I hadn’t slept much. All night, I had held her close, listening to the rhythm of her breathing, watching the furrow of her brows soften with time. Her vision still haunted me. The voice. The blood. The threat. But right now, she looked peaceful, curled against me like she belonged there. Like we were exactly where we were meant to be.She stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering before her eyes blinked open and met mine. “Morning,” she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep. I smiled, brushing my fingers down her bare arm. “Morning, baby.”She stretched, arching slightly, and I groaned quietly as the sheets slipped down, revealing smooth skin and curves I would never get enough of. Her body molded against mine like it had been made for me. And maybe it had been. “We have time,” I murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Let me take care of you.
Trevor POVTrixie trembled against me, her breaths shallow and shaky as I wrapped my arms around her. We stood just outside the guest room door, the weight of her vision settling over us like a dense fog. Her hands clutched at my shirt, fingers twisting the fabric as she tried to calm herself."It's okay, baby. I've got you," I whispered, pressing my lips to the top of her head. My heart pounded in my chest, anger and worry warring within me. Whoever this voice was—whatever threat it posed—they would not touch her.Alice appeared in the doorway, her face pale. Thomas was right behind her, eyes narrowed with concern. "What happened? Was that a vision?"Trixie stayed quiet, still catching her breath, so I answered for her. "Yes."Alice took a step closer, her voice gentle but laced with urgency. "Is this common for her? How often does she have them? Are they always this intense? Do they always come true?"Thomas added, his tone more clipped, "How long has she been having these visions?
Trevor POVThe call came just after breakfast. I stepped out onto the back deck of the pack house, letting the early autumn sun hit my face as I answered. Eric’s voice came through, calm and steady, but with a note of relief."Alpha, Thomas’s test results are back. Everything looks normal, physically. His vitals, reflexes, bloodwork—he’s healing well."I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. "And the mental health eval?"Eric paused before continuing, "He’s showing clear signs of PTSD. Not surprising, considering everything. But the doctors think he’s stable enough to begin outpatient therapy."I exhaled slowly, tension easing from my shoulders. I had suspected as much. "Set up a therapist to start working with him here, at the pack house. He’ll need a calm environment, structure, familiarity.""Already in motion," Eric confirmed. "I’m with them now. We’re packing their things. Alice is helping. They’ll be ready to leave in twenty.""Good. Let me know when you're on the road. We’ll
Trixie POVI nodded without saying a word, my throat too tight with emotion to speak. My father—Thomas—stared at me as if trying to memorize every detail of my face, like he couldn’t believe I was really standing in front of him. His dark blonde hair was tousled, his expression raw and vulnerable. A lifetime missed, stolen by circumstances neither of us could control.He opened his mouth again, trying to form words, but none came. Instead, his eyes moved to Trevor, standing at my right side with quiet strength. My father studied him with an intensity that made my skin prickle. Then his gaze shifted again—past Trevor—and landed on Alice. "Alice," he whispered.Her sad smile was filled with relief and pain all at once. She stepped forward, and he reached for her, their hands grasping with trembling fingers, before she leaned in and hugged him gently. "You saved me," he murmured against her hair. "Thank you. Are you alright?" She nodded, pulling back slightly. "I will be. I was hurt too,
Trixie POVThe last couple of days had been surprisingly uneventful. Jake and Joe stuck to the same routine: drive Jerica and me to school, stick close to our classes, and drive us back home. They stayed alert but relaxed, their presence starting to blend into our normal school day. Joe, of course, continued to flirt with Abby at every opportunity.At lunch, Abby practically glowed every time Joe walked by. He’d sit near us, make a joke, wink at her, and she’d twirl her hair like she was in a cheesy romantic comedy. Janet, meanwhile, rolled her eyes so hard I was sure she was going to pull something."You'd think she never saw a guy before," Janet mumbled one day as Abby giggled at some ridiculous line Joe fed her about being her knight in shining armor. Jerica and I just exchanged knowing looks. It was harmless... and honestly, Joe looked happier lately.But today was Friday, and next week was fall break. Originally, we had big plans—bonfires, pumpkin patches, and maybe a movie marat