Unveilded by the Depths

Deal with It

Nixie

I wake up to lips against my ear, whispering. "Wake up, Sprite. Dinner is in ten minutes."

"Ok," I mumble and snuggle against him.

"No, Sprite, you have to wake up," he hums, and his fingers move to my sides.

I start to giggle then laugh when he hits all my ticklish spots. "Dillon!"

"Awake now, Sprite?"

I take a few deep breathes, trying to get my laughter under control. "Really?"

"It worked and it didn't hurt," Dillon tells me with a shrug.

"Why not a kiss?"

"Because—" Just then the chime for dinner goes off. "Of that."

I stretch then get out of bed. I run to use the bathroom and pull a comb through my hair when I see my reflection in the mirror.

"You look fine," Dillon says through the door. "Come on, all those wolves want to say thank you and goodbye."

I throw open the door and rush to his side. "Do they all get to go back home?"

He nods. "Every one of them has a family member on the way to get them. You got us a few new allies in the process."

"Cool." I shrug, unconcerned with politics. My reason for saving them was because I refuse to allow innocents to be treated like I had been if I could prevent it.

He rolls his eyes at my lack of reaction but guides me downstairs, his hand warm on the middle of my back.

I stop at the table with all the wolves at it, making sure to find out all their names and packs. To my surprise I learn most are gammas or Betas. "Why?" I ask.

"Better fights," Gavin tells me.

"Makes sick sense," I nod in agreement. "No one wants to watch a completely one-sided fight, makes for bad odds."

"Odds?" Dillon asks.

"Oh," I say, "they were betting on it, I guarantee it." Fighting in Oliver's underground ring put me in contact with others even Oliver didn't know about. Having those experiences, I know a fight club when I see it.

"She's right," Nick says. "I heard them a few times."

"Well, show them you are all true survivors." I smile at them as Dillon urges me to move on. "And maybe put me on your Christmas card list."

Michael chuckles. "At the very least, Luna Nix."

I wave and turn to look forward. Beside Alpha is Alpha Jakob, looking clean and very handsome without the scruffy beard. I whistle. "You clean up nice, Alpha Jakob."

He chuckles. "You can just call me Jakob, Luna."

"And you can just call me Nix. Luna is sitting over there." I motion to Luna Claire.

Just then a very tall man bursts through the dining room doors with a roar. "Jakob!"

"Weston!" Jakob yells back, standing up so fast he tips over his chair.

Jakob and Weston meet in the middle of the room, pounding each other on the back in a male version of a hug.

I smile at the newcomer as Jakob leads him over to the table.