× Trix ×
Even if I had been told before, chances are that I would never believe myself to be so relieved to see someone so alive.
Dixie is fine. Well, barely. But that’s much better than seeing her die from some damn serpent’s venom right under my watch.
What kind of alpha would I be? What kind of mate would I be if I couldn’t even protect my own Luna?
Her steps are slow, and it’s killing me.
“Trix, I’m fine,” she says for like the hundredth time, even though I can see the pain in her eyes.
"Yeah, sure you are," I say, sarcasm laced in my voice. "Tell that to the venom that was literally in your leg some seconds ago."
She rolls her eyes, but I don’t care.
My mind’s currently racing, probably the longest marathon, yhinking of all the things that could go wrong in the next few
