~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.  

~Dawson’s Point of View~   It seemed as if callimity just purposefully followed my mate around. Wherever she went, something off color followed her. I wasn’t sure anymore what constituted a normal day but long gone were those times. How was I ever going to get any meaningful work done again? I certainly hadn’t over these past two weeks.   I hated to admit it, but if not for Damien I would have absolutely gone insane. I would have lost my mind with worry, with stress. With the unknown of her condition. It was too much for any one person to bear. We leaned on each other like we never had. It simply wasn’t something anyone else could help me with. He had certainly matured greatly since we found our mate.   It was all for her. For my mate. The worry, the sacrifice. Flying in the

~Jeanette’s Point of View~   I was still on the fence about having a lycan mate. But there wasn’t much I could do about that at this point. Take the bull by the horns. I rolled that around in my head until I couldn’t hardly stand it.   I was letting him hold all the cards. Have all the power. Why because he was a male? Because he was a Drexel? While I wasn’t marked yet, I could still try my best to figure this out. I wasnt trapped. I really hadn’t even spoken to him very much.   It was about half an hour til sunset, my wolf was going nuts. She wanted to show off for our mate, even if he had no clue.    “But am I gonna tell him? What if he thinks I’m nuts? What if he thinks I’m just some attention whore trying t

~Trixie’s Point of View~   Once Damien told me we were in fact on the palace property I walked away from him. I didn’t know which way the palace was but one of them would likely stop me soon. Only they didn’t. I’d easily walked half a mile probably in the wrong direction before Dawson finally caught up to me.   “Just where are you going little mate,” he said, surprisingly not annoyed.   “I thought I’d be able to find the palace but apparently my sense of direction is garbage,” I said, crossing my arms.    “You’ve never been out here before. Come on,” he said, lowering himself so I could hop on his back.    I grinned for all I was worth and even in

~Trixie’s Point of View~   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK   I drew a deep breath. Damien. Well heck, I had probably now been laying on the floor for an hour. And I was hungry again.   “I’m coming in baby,” he said, the door gently pushed open.   By now I had rolled myself a bit from the wall, but I hadn’t ever made it to the bed. Without a word he put his arms under me, effortlessly picking me up and laying me on the soft quilt covering the mattress. He quickly laid next to me and pulled me into his chest.   “I don’t know what happened between you and Dawson but he’s … switched on. Is the best way I can say it. He’s running on all cylinders at a million miles a minute,