× Trix ×
Still, I have to ask. “Was this really necessary?”
She glances back at me, rolling her eyes as if I’m missing something obvious. “Maybe not for you, but I needed to get out. I needed to feel free, not have to deal with that... cage .”
She says the word like it’s poison, and it stings a little. The “cage.” I know what she’s talking about. The pack house. Our life. Us. Everything I’ve done to try and protect her, she’s still seeing it like some prison.
“I thought we were past this, Dixie . I just want you to be safe. That's all.”
She stops walking, turning to face me. There’s fire in her eyes, the same fire that always seems to rise up when we hit this wall.
“Safe? You think keeping me locked up is keeping me safe ? I need to breathe, Trix! I need space. I can’t live lik
