He sees it because there will never be a time when he isn't a little captivated by Allison Argent. He can't tell, for a moment, which he imagined: the gold, or the red? Which is real?
Maybe they both are. Maybe it doesn't ahve to be in times of peril or exertion or desperation: or maybe that's exactly what this is. But Scott lets go, stops holding her tight and brushes his hands over her face, thumbs brushing against her cheeks.]
Allison, [he can't hide the bit of awe in his voice,] are you an alpha?
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He sees it because there will never be a time when he isn't a little captivated by Allison Argent. He can't tell, for a moment, which he imagined: the gold, or the red? Which is real?
Maybe they both are. Maybe it doesn't ahve to be in times of peril or exertion or desperation: or maybe that's exactly what this is. But Scott lets go, stops holding her tight and brushes his hands over her face, thumbs brushing against her cheeks.]
Allison, [he can't hide the bit of awe in his voice,] are you an alpha?