For the first time in weeks, Trixie, Abby, Janet, and Jerica walked into school without a guard trailing behind them. No Jake. No Joe. Just the four girls, feeling a sense of freedom and normalcy they hadn’t experienced in a couple weeks. "I almost forgot what it felt like to walk to class without looking over my shoulder for one of Trevor's overgrown bodyguards," Abby joked, slinging her bag over her shoulder."Speak for yourself," Jerica smirked thinking of Jake. "I kinda miss the eye candy." Trixie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. It did feel good to have a normal day. At lunch, the four of them took their usual spot at the far table in the back of the cafeteria. The chatter buzzed around them, but they were in their own little world.Abby leaned in, lowering her voice just enough to be coy. "Sooo... I've been texting Joe." Trixie's eyebrows lifted. "Really?" "Mmhmm," Abby grinned. "Nothing serious, but he's funny and not bad to look at. Plus, y
The heavy door to Trevor’s office swung open, and Joe stepped inside, flanked by a figure draped in shadows—a young she-wolf, wrists bound but eyes sharp and defiant.“Alpha,” Joe said, nodding respectfully. “This is Laura.” Trevor’s gaze flicked to the woman, taking in her worn leather jacket, the wildness in her eyes with a brokenness as well. She hadn’t been tamed by captivity. She shifted, head held high despite the situation. The wildness came from her wolf being rogue. Once a part of the pack, that piece of her would return back to normal.Melissa stepped forward, arms crossed. “You sure about bringing her here? You want me to handle her?” Trevor didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Melissa, she’s going under your wing now. Teach her the ways of the Blood Moon Pack. Give her a chance to prove she’s not a threat.” Eric’s jaw tightened beside them. “You’re trusting a rogue? ” Trevor’s voice was steady, but firm. “This isn’t about blind trust. It’s about the future. If she can survive thirty day
Thomas sat stiffly in the high-backed chair tucked into the quiet corner of the library at the Blood Moon pack house. Floor-to-ceiling windows cast filtered light across the richly stained bookshelves, the scent of old leather and paper mingling with the faint aroma of cedarwood. Across from him, seated with a notepad resting gently on one knee, was Dr. Hayes, a calm, middle-aged woman with intelligent gray eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses."Thomas, let's start simple today," she said gently, her voice like a soft breeze. "Tell me how you've been feeling since waking up."He shrugged, arms crossed, gaze fixed on a spot somewhere behind her shoulder. "Fine."Dr. Hayes nodded patiently. "Fine can mean a lot of things. Confused, angry, scared, numb."He didn’t respond."When you think about what happened before the coma, does anything come back clearly?"Thomas shifted in his chair, his jaw tightening. "Not really.""What about dreams? Nightmares? Flashbacks?""Nope."Dr. Hayes tilted h
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?