'Where do Madeline and I stand?' Xavier wondered.
Ah yes, him and Madeline.
He wondered what it was about her that made him feel all tingly and warm.
Was one supposed to feel this way whenever he was with his mate?
Xavier never grasped the concept of love. He never thought he needed someone to make him feel whole, he was satisfied enough on his own.
Why would people be led to believe they needed someone? Why would they be inclined to spend their entire lives pining for a person who would either…. One, didn't exist in the first place. Two, be uninterested in them and not reciprocate any of their feelings, or three, not know they exist.
Xavier would never understand what it was about love that was so appealing to the eyes of humans, his fellow werewolves too, but he also never decided to question their choice.
'It's their choice, not mine. Whatever they choose to do I can't prevent.'
