**Maxine’s Point of View**
Thelma Zane, my other half, was undeniably a fool.
There’s an old saying that love makes people lose their senses, and Thelma embodied that truth completely. One moment, she was contemplating the immense responsibility of being a princess, a leader of the werewolves. The next moment, she was willing to risk her own well- being for her beloved, Aldrich. The transformation was both astonishing and frustrating. The influence of love on her was profound, and perhaps, I realized, she had always been a sensitive and impulsive person.
Aldrich, for his part, hadn’t anticipated things taking such a drastic turn. Now, he stood before me, visibly distressed, his hands running anxiously through his hair.
“I’m not upset because she hid her identity from me,” he confessed, his voice strained with remorse. “I should never have pressured her with my questions. If I hadn’t asked, she wouldn’t have felt the need to prove herself this way.” His eyes met mine, filled with guilt. You haven’t reached the stage where you can shift freely, have you? That’s why you appeared in Thelma’s body instead of your own.”
I nodded, acknowledging the truth of his words “Exactly. And you know how much strain it puts on her. This kind of forced shift is painful and exhausting. So let’s resolve this quickly But as for whether Thelma truly loves you or not”
Before I could finish, Aldrich cut in, his expression resolute. “Wait. This isn’t fair to Thelma. Please, allow me to call out my wolf. His name is Morgan.”
I raised an eyebrow but nodded indifferently. “As you wish.”
Inwardly, I found the situation somewhat amusing. They were such a pair of hopeless
romantics–naïve, perhaps, but endearing in their sincerity. There was something charming about their clumsy but genuine love.
A few moments later, Aldrich’s posture shifted and his eyes took on a different light. It was no longer Aldrich standing before me but Morgan, his wolf spirit.
“Hello,” Morgan greeted, his voice soft and slightly reserved. “You must be Maxine. I’m Morgan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
“Likewise,” I replied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but hesitant. I couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t be so nervous. We might very well be family for the rest of our lives, judging by how inseparable those two idiots are.”
Morgan lowered his gaze shyly. He was surprisingly introverted–so different from Aldrich’s usual confident demeanor.
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“Shall we begin?” I asked.
Morgan nodded and took my hand.
Much like wild wolves can discern the state of their packmates through scent, we werewolves had a more profound connection–a spiritual link. Unlike the physical sense of smell, our ability leaned toward the ethereal, a mental bond that couldn’t be severed or lied through under the Moon Goddess’s gaze. Once the link was established, everything in our minds would be laid bare, honest and unfiltered.
Within seconds, the connection between Morgan and me was formed. It was a strange, almost mystical sensation. I felt as if I were examining Morgan’s essence while he explored mine. We stood on a plane where lies had no place, only truth.
Morgan’s first question came gently but directly. “Does Thelma Zane love Aldrich Leopold selflessly, sincerely, and without reservation?”
“There is no doubt,” I answered without hesitation. “Her love is as pure as it is unwavering.”
Morgan’s gaze remained steady as he continued. “And what of her identity as Princess Madeline? Does she, too, love Aldrich Leopold with her entire heart?”
“Her love,” I replied, “is as steadfast as the mountains and as radiant as the moonlight. It is unbreakable.”
Morgan’s next question probed deeper. “Do Thelma Zane and Madeline Moon share the same, soul and the same love for Aldrich Leopold?”
“They are two sides of the same coin,” I affirmed. “Like the light and dark phases of the moon, they are inseparable. Their love is one, eternal and undying.”
Morgan nodded solemnly. “I am satisfied. Under the Moon Goddess’s watchful gaze, I vow to remain truthful and never deceive.”
“I, too, vow to uphold honesty,” I responded.
As the spiritual link dissolved, we both exhaled deeply, the weight of the connection lifting from our shoulders.
“It’s an odd sensation,” I admitted, rubbing my temples. “Having someone peer into my soul like that isn’t something I’d care to repeat often. I just hope these two manage to keep their -relationship steady. Otherwise, we’ll be the ones suffering alongside them.”
Morgan smiled, a gentle and understanding expression. “But isn’t it worth it? For love?”
I considered his words and found myself agreeing. It was worth it.
Although I hadn’t asked Morgan any questions, his openness had revealed everything I needed to know. Through our connection, I glimpsed the depth of Aldrich’s emotions for Thelma. His love for her was intense–so much so that it was almost overwhelming.
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To be honest, it was a little nauseating. How could someone be so utterly devoted? Wasn’t he supposed to be a decisive general, hardened by years of battle?
“Well,” I said with a hint of amusement, “it looks like everything is in order. We should return and leave some time for our human counterparts to sort things out.”
Morgan nodded in agreement. “You’re right. It was a pleasure meeting you, Maxine. I’ve enjoyed our time together. Until we meet again.”
“That sounded rehearsed,” I teased. “Not very genuine, if you ask me.”
Morgan laughed softly, a sound that was both shy and genuine. “I mean it, really. I’m just not very good at communicating with others.”
We exchanged farewells once more, and in the blink of an eye, Morgan shifted back into Aldrich.
“I understand now,” Aldrich said, his voice filled with a new sense of clarity. “I see it all clearly. Please, let Thelma return. She’s been away too long, and I know she’ll be in pain for days because of this.”
“But she was willing to endure it for you,” I reminded him.
As I relinquished control and allowed Thelma to return, I heard her voice, a whisper of doubt in my mind. *Was I too impulsive? Will Aldrich think I’m childish? I don’t want him to see me as immature.*
Ah, the insecurities of a young heart in love.
I sighed, choosing not to respond. Let them figure it out on their own. After all, they were foolishly in love–and that was their journey to navigate.
