Trixie POV
Jerica stood there for a moment with Trevor talking. I was almost ready to go get her incase he was being rude when she suddenly turned around and sped walk aback towards us. “What was that about? Was he being rude?” I asked her. She shook her head and replied “I don’t know about you all but I am ready to eat something and head back to Abbys!”Abby interjected quickly “ I saw a waffle house just before the parking garage!”Something was off by the way Jerica acted. I will ask again later when it was just us. “Waffle house sounds good and greasy to me!” I added as we walked out of the club and headed towards the parking garage. Janet nodded and Jerica did to. The rest the night wasn’t as eventful as we made it back to the car and loaded back in Jerica drove out of the parking garage. The guy that was working It was no longer there and no replaced by another older man who wasn’t paying us any attention as we drove out and turned to the right. We made it to waffle house and order and finished eating fairly quickly since it was dead in there. Just us and the employees. We loaded back up after we were done and drove the 20 mins back to our smaller town to Abby’s house. By this point I think we were all exhausted, but one at a time we all took showers and then crashed around the house. The first was Jerica and she crashed in the living room, Then Janet and she crashed in Abby’s parents room and I showered third trying to hurry leaving enough hot water for Abby. I crashed in the spare bedroom and Abby did in her own. It was a fun night and I hoped we got to go there again. Trevor was extremely handsome but I wonder if Jerica knows him. It sure seemed like they did. I hoped our paths crossed again. Before I could think anymore about him I let sleep take over and my dreams carry me away.Trixies Dream:We were at the club again. I was at the bar with Trevor, repeating the conversation we had earlier. Pack? Remembering his strange question. I heard myself answer and repeat my same answer from early. Except he changed his respond now. “Your mine now.” He said as he leaned forward taking my hand and placing a kiss on my cheek, his stubble grazing me. Then those green eyes stared into mine while I felt the blood run to my cheeks and he leaned in again. This time his lips against mine when he spoke “I’m going to kiss you now.” Then he did. He kissed me with certainty and passion. In a way full of hungry that I had never felt before and I felt my own passion match his. I felt his hand reach through the back of my hair and holding me and bringing me closer to him when he sat in a chair behind him and pulled my legs onto his lap to where I was now straddling him. He began deepening our kiss and I felt his hands go down my back to my hips and felt my back arched while breaking the kiss for air . . . Beep! Beep! Beep!My alarm going off to wake me up I slapped it off with my hand and then ran it through my hair thinking of where my dream could of just be going! I felt myself smile and then shake my head. Maybe Trevor had made more of an impression on me than I was willing to admit. I got up and headed down the hall to the kitchen to see it was already 11am and Abby had made breakfast for us. Janet and Abby already sitting down at the kitchen table eating. I made a plate and sat down with them. “This is great.” I tell Abby. She responds with just a “mhmmm hmm” With a mouthful and her eyes closed while she ate. Taking a bit myself I glanced in the living room expecting to see Jerica still sleeping however she was not. “Where’s Jerica?” I asked. Janet just shrugged her shoulders. It was Abby who answered me “She was gone when I got up at 10 this morning. Left a note saying her dad called her and came and got her.” I grabbed my phone and sent a text directly to her. Hey! You were gone when I got up. Abby said you left a note about something your dad called and came got you. Everything okay?I sent the text not expecting a reply but one came straight through. Yeah everything is fine. I’ll explain later- don’t say anything to Abby or Janet. – Jerica Alright I’ll talk to you soon! – I sent back quickly. Not sure really what to expect I finished my breakfast and we all cleaned up the Kitchen from breakfast and binge watched some tv shows we all liked until for a while. It was about 2 pm in the afternoon when I got a message from Sam asking if I could work tomorrow afternoon for her – someone had called out. I could use the extra shift since I had spent so much on the drinks the last two nights. I agreed to pick up the shift and told her I would see her tomorrow.Abby groaned when the last episode of the show went off that we were watching. “I have to work on a school project that’s due Monday. Do you want me to run you two home?” “yeah, I’ll get my stuff.” I replied “Me too.” Janet said. With that we all went and gather our things and headed back to our house. I could spend the rest of the day with my parents before working tomorrow. Abby and us gathered in the car and she droved Janet off and then myself. I couldn’t wait to relax the rest of the day laying around and hanging out with my parents.Trixie’s POVThe thud of the punching bag echoed off the walls of the Blood Moon gym, followed by the rhythmic slap of gloves against pads. Sweat slicked Trixie’s forehead, stinging her eyes. Her arms felt like rubber, her legs heavy as stone. Trevor said nothing as he held the mitts steady, letting her pound out her exhaustion and rage in silence. They had been at it for hours now.Neither of them spoke. Words wouldn’t help.Trixie’s body gave out before her will did. She collapsed to her knees on the mat, panting hard, her knuckles aching. Trevor stayed still, watching, his chest rising and falling with the same fatigue she felt. Without a word, she got up and stumbled to the corner, grabbing a water bottle and chugging it down.She wandered toward the double doors of the gym, squinting into the hallway. Pale gold light spilled across the tiles.Sunrise.It was morning already. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest. Where are you, Jerica? And Janet? Trevor appeared beside her, s
Jerica’s POVMy head was pounding, and before I even opened my eyes, I knew my wrists were in cuffs. Cold metal bit into my skin with every twitch of my fingers. I kept my breathing steady, refusing to give whoever took me the satisfaction of panic. I focused on listening — was anyone in the room? Any movement? Breathing?I tried to reach my wolf, to sharpen my senses, but she was silent. I couldn’t even feel the distant hum of her presence. A cold realization settled over me. They’d injected me with wolfsbane. “Fucking great,” I muttered under my breath.The room was quiet. I didn’t think anyone was there, but I wasn’t letting my guard down. Slowly, I opened my eyes. It was dark, but not pitch black. There was a sliver of light cutting in through the top of the curtains, highlighting the dust in the air. Daylight. Morning, maybe? That meant I’d been out since at least 1:30 a.m.—and that was if it hadn’t been more than one night. I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious. No way to
Janet’s POVI pulled my go bag from under the seat and yanked out the makeup remover. The glitter from the fake lashes and shimmer eyeshadow smeared across my cheeks as I wiped my face clean. I reached up and tugged the ridiculous pigtails loose, silver tinsel falling like confetti to the floor of the car. "See if I ever volunteer for undercover again," I muttered, rolling my eyes.Every few minutes I turned in my seat to glance at Jerica’s unconscious form, still slumped awkwardly in the back seat. And of course he would be driving — Brad, Brody’s idiot younger brother, who was clearly one bad idea away from getting us all caught. He whistled tunelessly while tapping the steering wheel, like we weren’t hauling a kidnapped werewolf in a tutu and fishnets across state lines in the next couple of hours.Ten minutes later, we pulled into a long-abandoned warehouse lot. The building was unmarked and weather-beaten, but it had one key feature: a private garage with a hidden studio apartmen
Trixie’s heart pounded like a war drum as she stood in Trevor’s office. Her fingers trembled, clutching her phone even though she hadn’t received a single new message. Jerica wasn’t answering. Janet wasn’t answering. Her thoughts raced, dizzying and heavy with panic. “She wouldn’t just leave,” Trixie whispered, more to herself than to Trevor. “She would’ve told me. Told someone.”Trevor paced behind his desk, already issuing orders over the pack mind-link. The tone in his voice was deadly calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “Jake’s out tracking. Security is sweeping the club perimeter again. We’ve got people moving to the road checkpoints. A kitchen worker saw them leave through the kitchen.”Trixie pressed her palms to the cool wood of his desk and tried to steady her breathing. “We have to tell Eric and Melissa. Jerica’s parents need to know. What if it’s the hunters? What if they’re back?” Trevor nodded grimly. “It’s either them… or rogues. But this feels organized. Clea
The club was already pulsing with music and lights, the music was loud and bass heavy, and the dance floor was already packed. But Trevor waved over a bouncer, and they were escorted past the line and into the roped-off VIP section on the second level. From up there, they had a perfect view of the whole club dancers, costumes, lights spinning like a kaleidoscope. Moments later, a server approached dressed as a sexy nurse, complete with a short red-and-white dress, thigh-high stockings, and a clipboard for their orders. “Shots or cocktails to start?” she asked with a wink. The girls ordered fruity mixed drinks while the guys opted for bourbon or beer. As the server sauntered away, the group settled into plush lounge seating."Okay, everyone photos before we get sweaty!" Abby declared, already pulling out her phone. The girls grouped together with huge smiles, arms around each other. Jerica snagged Jake for a sweet couples shot, and then Abby handed the phone off to Joe to take one of
Alice ducked under a low-hanging branch, her boots crunching over fallen leaves as she led the group deeper into the forest. The dense woods were quiet aside from the sounds of nature: birds chirping in the trees, the occasional scurrying of small animals through the underbrush, and the steady rhythm of their footsteps. Tyler’s family followed closely behind, backpacks snug, eyes sharp."Where exactly are we going again?" Tyler asked, readjusting his pack. Alice glanced back at him. “We’re tracking a healer I once knew. Her name’s Malina. She was a little older than me when we met, but if she’s still alive, she might be living in a safe zone a few miles from here.” “Why do they live this way?” he asked, brushing a spiderweb from his sleeve. “Out here? Hiding?”Alice sighed, stepping over a fallen log. “Because they were hunted, Tyler. For decades. People feared what they didn’t understand. Gifted wolves were kidnapped, tested on, even killed. Some had their children taken from them. F