Alpha's and Eiffel towers [On Hold]

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Both their heads turned, Max in shock. "What did you say?" His dad asked in a state of calm. I struggled to swallow for a second, the regret of speaking was already catching up with me. "Werewolf?" I repeated, a sort of weight lifting off my shoulders. "Yes," he simply responded, walking back towards me.

"As in half-wolf?" The question had left me before I'd actually thought about it, giving me the feeling I had sounded nonchalant. "Correct," he answered, yet again in his collected manner. I frowned, the threatening impression he'd left on me seemed to have melted away. This couldn't possibly be real?

"You're humoring me, right?" I asked, trying to understand the absurdity of the situation. I surge of confidence seemed to be traveling through me. "No," the male responded yet again, not changing anything about his posture towards me. I couldn't hold back a chuckle, "Soon you'll tell me that horses with horns perpetuating from their foreheads are real."

"Unicorns," A voice right of me suddenly chimed in, redirecting my head to Max who was standing there uneasily. When his head had also turned, giving his son a deadly glare, he shot his eyes towards the tiled floor. "They're called unicorns," he mumbled afterward, making me believe this nonsense had reached its peak. "Whether you want to believe it or not, Jane," his dad fell in and stood in front of me," Paris is filled with our kind. Every person you have passed could have been one of us." I bit on the inside of my lip, revealing that I could rule out that this was possibly a nasty dream or a chaotic neutral nightmare.

"But werewolves don't exist?" I said as if I was trying to convince myself. He sighed deeply," you clearly contain the human mentality," he mumbled before turning his back on me. "Jane, I know this sounds impossible but..-" Max picked up the conversation, only now daring to come closer," you have to trust me." I raised an eyebrow, "why?". "Because you won't regret it," his dad followed up from a distance, "Maximus, I'm granting you the time to explain it all, but if you disappoint me again, we will be doing this the rough way." Max looked stunned for a second, but nodded and fixated his eyes back on me. "Please, follow me," he said, his voice sounding exactly like it had been days before, somehow restoring trust in him.

He placed his hand on my lower back and led me to a side exit of the space. I felt the eyes of his father burning on me, making me want to leave as quickly as possible. Outside the sun was already shining high in the heavens. The door had routed us to a small path encased in vines and ivy; climbing up on the wall of the building we had just left. The stairs we had taken had thrown me completely off course, making it impossible to even fathom a possibility of where we were in Paris; if we even still were in Paris. The only hint I got from my surroundings was that wall, reaching extremely high into the air. Nature had formed a roof above our heads and manifested in a second wall across from it, locking us in.

Max closed the door behind, catching a breath he hadn't taken in a while and face me again. "Max,-" I tried, but he stopped me. "Can you give me the chance to explain, Jane; please?" He asked, seizing my hands mid-sentence. I gazed into his eyes as if searching for something that would reveal the truth about the situation. "I don't know what to believe, Max. I don't even know where I am," I ask, my despair cracking to my voice and feel tears welling up in my eyes. For the first time, his company didn't correlate with safety anymore.

Where I was, I had no clue.

What just happened inside, was even harder to explain.

I wanted clarity, but aside from me didn't want to hear another word, wanting to just run away from it all. Yet I remained in place, opposite of him; my palms resting in his.

"I know this must be so disconcerting for you, I didn't want it to be this way, but I had no choice," he said, his voice almost breaking. I felt fear roaring through me, my eyes wanting to shed. I was scared, scared for what I was supposed to believe. He seemed to have picked up on it, looking hurt. "Can I show you something, maybe?" He asked, his eyes radiating hopefulness. After a mental struggle, I nodded, I couldn't not grant him a chance to explain himself.

Question marks kept dancing through my head; werewolves couldn't exist, it's scientifically impossible. Maybe I'd entered a Psych ward residence, yet even though that explained the information, the building had looked far too fancy to serve that purpose. Every theory I could come up with kept coming with a counterpart, debunking it. Meanwhile, Max had let me through the natural tunnel, staying silent. He didn't let go of me, still triggering the sparkling feeling within me. I didn't dare to pull my wrist back, yet something told me to do it anyway.

We reached a place, a mosaic as its ground. The pattern was unclear, looking like a randomized selection of different shades of stone. Then I laid my eyes upon a magnificent fountain, built in a light tan marble. In the middle of it all, it sprayed water directly on itself, falling down with a continu clattering sound and going back up yet again. The small water droplets shined like diamonds in the early autumn sun.

The place had resembled the piazza we'd passed before the large staircase, but here it felt warmer. I didn't notice Max had stepped off to the side a little to take in my surroundings, when I looked back at him after that realization, he had a small smile, almost insignificant whilst leaning on the side of the fountain. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" I asked, but a grin grew wide across his face. "No," he said, and let his hand slide across the rounded edges of the stone," This." He stopped his hand on a brick that seemed loose, pulling it slightly towards him with no effort.

The fountain, that had seemed minimalistic at first, ran dry. The remaining water fell down in the tub beneath it, revealing the true form of what had spewed it into the air. It was a wolf, carved out of marble, their head turned up at the sky.

"Wait, so it's actually true?" I asked appalled while he let go of the stone, letting it fall into place. "Yes, and before you start screaming, let me explain it all,"