My Mate, My Bully

Bölüm 7: A Warning

× Dixie ×

The room feels super tense as Trix talks with the older folks, hashing out plans about strategies and the impending threat from the Nardoos. Trix's voice is loud, filling the room as he goes on about plans with the elders.

I stand idly by, kind of like the only outsider in a world that has suddenly become mine. I'm just hanging there, watching, and this thought pops into my head. Maybe I should say something that could actually help.

Can't hold back, so I go, "Hey, what if we try talking to the other packs? Like, make allies and join forces against the Nardoos?"

Trix's eyes narrow, and a derisive smirk twists his lips. "And what would you know about werewolf politics, Piggy? Stick to your human concerns," he dismisses me harshly.

"I just thought..." I begin, trying to defend my idea, but he cuts me off.

"You thought wrong. This is not your place. Keep quiet, or I'll make you," he threatens with his alpha dominance radiating in the room.

I clench my fists, "But maybe if we—"

Trix's eyes narrow, "You think this is a game, Piggy?" he scoffs, "Leave the planning to those who understand the stakes."

But I refuse to be silenced. "Trix, I just—"

He cuts me off with a harsh glare. "Enough! Your interference only complicates things. Stay quiet unless I ask for your opinion."

“Trix–”

Trix interrupts again, this time with a low growl. "I said enough!" His eyes lock onto mine, a silent warning that chills me to the bone.

My nails dig into the palms of my clenched fists. Even when I try to contribute, he bullies me into submission.

Feeling crushed, I drop my eyes as I'm forced to remain trapped in a suffocating silence. The elders share looks like they're in on some secret, and I'm just a pawn in their game. Shame hangs heavy on my head as Trix carries on with his talk after successfully leaving me sidelined and silenced.

This isn't a new thing. He's always done this, but why does it hurt in a different way now?

Suddenly, the door slams open and the atmosphere grows even more unsettling.

Guards rush in carrying a mysterious box. I eye it warily and a sinking feeling immediately settles in the pit of my stomach.

Trix, ever vigilant, questions the guards. "What's in the box?" he demands. I can hear the suspicion in his tone.

"It's from the Nardoos, Alpha. They said it's a token of goodwill," one of the guards responds, presenting the box with a bow.

As the box is slowly opened, an ominous energy emanates from inside it, and a burning sensation sears through my palm. I clench my hand, unable to contain a guttural scream. “Ahhhhh!”

Trix shoots me a concerned look, "What's wrong?”

"I-I don't know!" I gasp as the pain intensifies with each passing second.

“What-”

"I said I don't know!" I cry out. The burning sensation gets even more painful.

The box begins to glow and radiates an eerie light that looks like the state of my palm right now. In desperation, Trix raises his gun and fires at the glowing source. The room then plunges into an abrupt silence.

And then, without warning, I collapse. The world around me slowly blurs as the pain consumes me entirely.

But as darkness claims me, I have no answers for Trix’s question. It's the last thing I hear before the world fades away.

His voice echoes in my ears, "Dixie, what have you done?”