Maybe

20: Maybe 

April's POV

Scarlet falls to the hospital floor and we all call her name, yelling with worry. It seems as if her knees were knocked off beneath her. She steadies herself with her hands as she collapses, but soon her head hits the floor too.

It was definitely not a pretty sound to hear.

The last thing we heard escape from her mouth was a little yelp.

She was put in a room right next to her father's, which was really no surprise. Now Scarlet is sleeping, hopefully it's a peaceful sleep for her. She really needs it.

"She's going to be fine, right?" I heard Nathan say for the hundredth time.

"Yes, Mr. Adams," the doctor sighed again. It's not his fault though, I was tired of Nathan asking the same question every five minutes. "If you keep worrying, you'll end up on one of the beds yourself."

"Yeah, well..." For once, Nathan was out of words.

"Calm down for a bit, alright?" I heard the doctor say, and then his footsteps started to echo.

Nathan came back in the room, closing the white door behind him.

"How long are you going to keep asking that?" I ask with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes as he sat down in one of the comfy chairs. "I'm just... worried."

"And Scarlet is just tired," I shrugged.

"I made her tired though. I feel bad," Nathan frowns. "Is this really what happens when a werewolf bites another werewolf?"

My eyebrows furrow at the question. "Not particularly. Usually, when werewolves mate, it is through love bites, but it they don't really affect the other's... health."

"But why is she sick now?" he whispers, and the tension of the room had turn serious.

I looked straight at him. "Didn't you hear what Mr. Perez said? You and Scarlet are together now. New pack, new family. She left her dad's pack," I said, quoting the word. "She's completely with you now, all yours. Don't you see, Nathan? You are meant to be an Alpha."

"I'm not ready though," he sighs, running his hand through his hair. "I'm not ready to start a family, to take care of a whole pack. I'm seventeen for God's sake. We're too young."

I smiled. "There is no age limit to destiny, Nathan. And there never will be."

Nathan's POV 

I needed the quietness in the room. Even with the solemn beat of the monitors, it was considered quiet to me. Scarlet's chest rises and falls, and I panic as it rises, because for some reason I always think it will be the last breath she takes. I'm not usually this much of a pessimist.

April had left to go home for the night, so I was alone. For the last minute I had sighed probably five times already, thinking about her words. There is no age limit to destiny, Nathan. And there never will be. Was she right? Am I meant to do this?

Am I meant to be an Alpha? To be Scarlet's mate? Or is this all just an odd dream that my scarred mind had scraped up? All I know is that I'm not ready.

Or am I?

We could go back to Canada - Scarlet and I. We can run in the woods without a care in the world, and maybe once in a while go to her grandparents' house for a feast. I can tell my mom how I've finally moved on with my life, and how I already have a family at such a young age. Would she be proud of me if she were here?