14-1 : Do not fear me

Emmanuelle recoiled violently. She was now terrified, not because her beloved was of an enemy race, but because the partner the Council had chosen to send her was the executioner called to put to death vampires who had committed crimes. She was aware of the obstacles they would have to overcome. A chill ran down her spine as she thought about when she would have to tell Augustine.

Harry didn't let her pull away from him, and he held his Mate's hands firmly in his own.

"We need to talk," he suddenly announced, now serious, given the situation's urgency.

Emmanuelle was completely tetanized. Her glance alternated from her beloved's hands to his eyes:

"You are right. We need to talk."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He was terrified she would reject him on the spot. In his mind's eye, he could see his wolf lying on the ground.

Till tried to hide his eyes under his paws.

_It was already complicated before when Mate and I understood what we really were. But no