His vulnerability caught me off guard. Marcus, always so strong, so sure of himself, was standing in front of me, concerned that I might reject him—not for who he was now, but for what he could turn me into.
"I do have my fears and doubts," I responded my voice firm despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me. "And I am not afraid of you… or of being with you. But it is a lot to take in. Knowing that becoming your mate means leaving behind the part of me that is human."
He nodded again, his hand reaching out to gently grasp mine. His touch was warm, grounding me in the moment. "I would not want you to make this choice lightly, Boris. And if you are not ready… I will wait. No matter how long it takes."
