× Dixie ×How did Gran gran think being with these savage people will help me? They are not helping me. Instead, they are trying their damn best to break me. Watching the huge girl approach me, I stagger back. I look around, looking for a way to escape the fight but there isn't! So, I face my opponent who is a few inches from me. Even from that distance, she towers over me like a pole, a really big pole. “Denise! Denise! Denise!” Everyone around us cheers her name. A smile adorns her face at the obvious victory she would get in a fight against me. I lack the strength of a werewolf, the healing abilities or their sharp senses but I have guts. Lots of it. So, I push ahead, attacking the oaf first. At the last minute, I swerve and jump over one of them like I am in an obstacle course. Running as fast as I can, I hear Ryder yell. “Get her!” The loud thumping sound of their steps as they run motivates me to run inside. The number will reduce to fit inside. Besides, I doubt everyone wil
× Dixie ×Alvera leaves us, giving Trix a nod. I follow her with my eyes as she disappears into the shadows of the hallway.“Relax, Piggy,” Trix says, his voice annoyingly calm. “I’m not here to drag you anywhere unless I have to.”I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. I wish he had actually forgot the useless 'nickname' he gave me. It appears he hasn't.“You are so full of yourself, ain't it? You think I'm going to follow you just because you say it nicely? You're mistaken!” Making my frustration evident.His eyes flash with irritation. “You’re coming to the session, Dixie. End of discussion.”“Oh, so now you’re the dictator of my life?” I shoot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Guess what, Trix? I’m not one of your loyal lapdogs.”“Could’ve fooled me with all the running and hiding,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.I roll my eyes, feeling my blood boil. “Why do you even care? You’ve made it clear you think I’m worthless.”His smirk fades, replaced by a hard, cold sta
× Dixie ×Denise, the massive girl from earlier, steps forward, cracking her knuckles. She looks like she’s been waiting for this moment. My heart pounds, but I keep my expression neutral. No way I’m letting them see me sweat.The werewolves form a loose circle around us, creating a makeshift ring. Ryder gives a nod, and Denise comes at me. I barely dodge her first swing, rolling to the side. The crowd jeers, but I tune them out, focusing on my opponent.Denise is strong, no doubt about it, but she’s also slow. I find that quite confusing that a werewolf is slow. She is fat though; her fatigue could be the reason for her slowness. I thank whatever god may exist in this world for this opportunity to not be eaten alive without making an attempt.I use her slowness to my advantage, sliding and weaving, trying to stay out of her reach. She growls in frustration, her swings becoming wilder. “Come on, human!” she taunts. “Stand still and fight!”I don’t respond. I’m too busy planning my
× Trix ×I can't believe the insolent girl could challenge my authority. I’ve had enough of her impudence, but this? This is fucking unacceptable.My eyes darken as I signal to the guards to handled her. The rest is history.I head back to my office; anyone around could have felt the energy of anger radiating from me and I bet wouldn't dare to come close.I slam the door shut behind me, the sound breaking through the room. I lean against the heavy wooden desk, my hands gripping the edges so hard my knuckles turn white.The audacity of that girl is astounding. Who the hell does she think she is to challenge me like that?
× Trix ×I wake up to a painful hear-deafeaning noise, my senses immediately alert.The smell of blood and the sound of chaos fill the compound. I throw on my clothes and rush out of my room, my heart pounding with rage and urgency.The sight that greets me is a nightmare. Nardoo warriors are everywhere, slaughtering my pack members with brutal efficiency.The pack house, usually a place of quietness and strength, is now a battlefield. A massacre!Bodies lie scattered, and the air is thick with the smell of blood and fear.In the dim light, I spot a group of Nardoos chanting somet
× Trix ×Alvera sits on the edge of the bed, her expression softening. “Do you want to talk about it?”I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “It was about Ryder. And Dixie. The Nardoos were here, slaughtering our pack members, and they captured Dixie. They were doing something to the rune in her palm, draining her energy. Ryder was fighting them, but... his head was cut off. I saw it roll on the ground.”Alvera’s eyes widen, but she remains silent, letting me continue.“I tried to help Dixie, but she wouldn’t accept it. She thought I was responsible for her predicament. And then Ryder... his death felt so real. I can’t shake it off.&rdq
= DIXIE =Sweat plastered my hair to my forehead as I pushed through the overgrown bushes. Grandma had warned me a million times about exploring this part of the woods, but boredom was a relentless beast. Besides, who knew what cool stuff I might find? Maybe a hidden cave full of pirate treasure… okay, maybe not pirate treasure, but something cool nonetheless.As I stepped into a clearing bathed in an ethereal glow, a shiver ran down my spine. The air crackled with a strange energy, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. It was like stepping into some fantastical movie scene. In the center stood a massive oak tree, its branches sprawling like gnarled fingers reaching for the twilight sky. A strange pull, almost magnetic, drew me closer.Just as I reached the base of the oak, a guttural growl echoed from the shadows beneath it. My heart hammered against my ribs as a monstrous figure jumped out from literally nowhere. It was a wolf, unlike anything I’d ever seen in a cheesy monster
= DIXIE =The pull was undeniable. Like a magnet tugging me back to a scene of an accident, I found myself drawn to the clearing again. Maybe it was the strange energy I felt there, or the memory of the terrifying yet oddly captivating battle between the two werewolves one being Trix (which I haven’t still quite wrapped my head around). Whatever it was, I couldn't ignore it.Grandma would have my head for this, I knew. She'd warned me a million times about staying away from this part of the woods, but sometimes, the quiet kid in me who always followed the rules craved a little excitement. Maybe that's why I was always a magnet for trouble, even if it meant potentially getting mauled by a giant wolf.Sneaking through the undergrowth, I kept my head down and my senses on high alert. The silence of the woods was broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the stillness. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. A m