Highschool Dxd Trihexa Novels & Stories

“In light of the forming of our Triquetra, the pack acknowledges their rank, although it is one to two years in advance of their coming of age. “Les Guerriers Sanctifies, the pack of Havermouth, we give you the alphas of our Triquetra,” she placed her hand on Heath’s shoulder as he turned to face the gathering. “Heath Gale, Rhett Salem, and Cameron Edison.”

Let him finish. Lysander looked at me. His honey eyes were pained. If you sever one bond, the shadow loses its anchor. It cannot feed. It cannot grow. It becomes dormant. Trapped. Which bond? I asked. Any bond, Lysander said. But the strongest bond—the one that would work—is the Triad. If you sever your connection to one of us, the shadow will have nothing to hold onto. The room went silent. Theron's face was white. Cassian's hands were clenched. Lysander's eyes were wet.

The other might've just hit thirty, but he was already sweating like he'd run here. "We've had reports," the older one said stiffly, his hand brushing the weapon holstered on his hip. "That the Tribrid Alpha is... showing signs of instability." I blinked. "You're asking if he's going feral," I said flatly. The younger officer swallowed hard. Behind me, I heard movement, and before I could stop him, Daxton pushed himself to his feet. He was slow, sluggish even, but there was a menace in his posture. When he reached the door, he rested one hand on the frame and gave the officers a lazy, lethal smile.