Maxime P.O.V

The date that James and I had a few days ago was still fresh in my mind. The way he looked at me with hearts in his eyes all the duration of our first romantic outing and the fact that he investigated about what things I liked for the date was really moving me to tears. Nobody ever cared so much about me, not even Bartholomé who I hadn't seen in a while, and even less my parents that abandoned me. It was a beautiful feeling to know that someone loved you and would take their time to make your life happier.

Warm shocks were circulating inside of my limbs, adventuring always deeper and deeper inside of my being, seeking in my bones to forever carved themselves in my essence. I could feel them, slowly but surely changing me, changing my whole self in another one, a better one hopefully. It felt like I was slowly turning from a worm to a butterfly, my chrysalis being the discovery of a new feeling called love, brought by my mate. This transformation was both exciting and terrifying, sending once again those little insects with delicate wings to fly in my stomach, doing their incessant circus which could neither be ignored nor stopped. I wanted nothing more then to take a pliers and pick the wings of those annoying creatures, symbolic of nervousness, and throw them out of my inside. Why couldn't I do that? Why did they have to be only an illusion, an unnecessary one, which wouldn't disappear until the anxious feeling evaporated in thin air? Just to come back in the next stressful situation.

I let out a sigh of exasperation, feeling quite aggrieved as the butterflies in my belly did another rollercoaster, nearly sending the spoon I was holding on the floor. Suddenly, I heard precipitated footstep and order being given while I felt the tension rose in the air. I heard Alex telling us that there was a rogue attack going on and to go in the basement. Did he seriously think that I was just going to hide? No way!

I felt the blood being pumped in my veins faster than it ever did, my muscles clenched, and the hairs on my arms rose. My bones cracked and replaced themselves as fur started to grow all over my body. I felt the magic happens inside of me, like little electric shocks traveling my body, to create a miracle. A human becoming a wolf.

Falling on all four, I ran with all my strength to the battlefield, ready to let the foe have a piece of my mind. No one was ever going to attack my mate's pack without walking on my cold body. At this thought, my pace quickened, and I felt my muscle burn in protest, sending a desperate and quite message to stop or go to the pace they wanted. Of course, I didn't listen to them, even going as far as to go faster. I never was one to take orders.

Coming to a stop before the fight, my eyes widen as I saw some of our werewolves being at disadvantage. I charged toward them, taking down the majority of the rogues and then went in killing mode, snatching the thread holding the life of the foe. I suddenly felt a body collide with mine and weight me down, making me panic as I thought it was an enemy. Fur covered my muzzle and a breath told me it was my mate, my injured mate. I wanted to take down the wolf sinking his teeth in my James, but the Alpha did it before me. I concentrated on my mate that was losing too much blood to my liking and licked his injury to try and heal him. I felt someone come near us and I loudly growled, taking a protecting stand on top of my mate. No one was allowed to come nearer! I then saw that I just growled at the Alpha, who I completely forgot the existence of. I whimpered, fearing that he wouldn't heal my mate because I disrespected him. I didn't care about being arrogant with an alpha, but if it costed the life of my lover then I would care and never do it. Alex licked my nose, telling me that he wasn't mad, much to my relief and that he wanted to hold my mate on his back. I helped him, not before James and me looked in each other eyes with love. I wasn't sure about accepting him, but this near dead situation brought me out of my hesitation. I couldn't let someone else, even less my mate, suffer because of my past. Even though I had doubts, I shouldn't let them take over my life and stop me from being happy with the person who loved me.

I went ahead of them to warn the doctor, getting a horrified expression in return and being ignored as the only man who could save my mate activated and prepared everything for James. My boyfriend then arrived on Alexander back, looking lifeless and without a sign breathing, which made my heart broke.

He couldn't die, he just couldn't. Not when I finally accepted my feelings for him.