What does this mean?

Amaris

Maxon stays quiet as I relay my story, his face remaining expressionless, which is as irritating as all heck, because I can’t even begin to tell what he’s thinking—for all I know, he thinks I belong in a looney bin—and with how I grew up, maybe I do—but that’s not the point at the moment. The point is that I’m pouring my heart out to this relative stranger and I’m getting absolutely nothing in return.
“So, after opening a gorge in the earth and then finding myself surrounded by a pack of wolves, I took off. It was all too much.”
“So, let me get this straight,” he says, biting his full bottom lip as he considers his next words. “You had a twin brother. Your wolf has a snow-white coat and you have powers?”
“I know. I sound crazy, but it’s the truth.” I say, preparing myself for him to laugh in my face, but he doesn’t. He grins, but it isn’t in the way I was expecting. It’s not condescending.
“I believe you.” He simply states, completely taking me by surprise.
“Y—you believe me?” I ask, because surely I heard him wrong.
But he nods, his grin broadening into a full smile. “I do.”
“B—but, why?” I’m sure I’m looking at him like *he* is crazy, but I can’t help it. How could he, and *why* would he believe me?
“I think it would be easier to show you,” he says as he stands up, his height towering over me as I stay sitting on the ground. When he begins to strip, I turn away, muttering, “Umm… I’d rather not see your dick if you don’t mind…”
He chuckles, then says, “that’s *not* what I have to show you.
“Oh… then, why—“ I start, but he cuts me off when he says, “just give me a second and you will understand.”
Then comes the unmistakable sound of bones cracking as he shifts from his human form to that of his wolf.
And when I turn back towards where Maxon had once stood, I come face to face with the last thing that I ever could have imagined that I would find.
“You—you’re…” I trail off, at a loss for words as I take in the wolf before me, my mind unable to believe what my eyes are seeing.
Then, the once lighting sky begins to darken once more as the wind whips throughout the clearing, swirling all around Maxon and me. When the first drop of rain falls, landing on my cheek, I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am as it just adds one more thing to the list of things that I can’t believe I’m seeing.
“You’re… how is this possible?” I ask, changing my line of questioning as the shock begins to fade and unease begins to settle within me.
“I am like you,” his voice says in my head moments before the wolf shifts before me, turning back into the man that I had been sitting with just minutes ago—fully clothed, just as I am able to do.
Doing a crab walk, I back away from him, suddenly not trusting the man that I’d just finished pouring all of my secrets to not even ten minutes ago.
“That’s not possible,” I say, shaking my head back and forth as I get to my hands and knees, and then quickly to my feet and put even more distance between us. But with every two steps I take away, he matches my much shorter strides with just one of his own.
“I don’t know how you did it, but you’re lying. It can’t—“
“I am the same as you,” Maxon states, quickly closing the distance between us and pinning me against a tree with his large body pressed against my much smaller one. “I thought I was the only one of our kind left,” he says, now shaking his head back and forth in disbelief.
“But, I don’t understand,” I say, trying to remember what he’d said about his pack and how he ended up with Glendon’s pack. “I thought rogues attacked your pack and your family found you.”
He heaved a heavy sigh, his breath hitting my face as our bodies are pressed tightly together, our faces mere inches apart. His eyes search my face, but within their depths, I can see a plea for me to understand, to believe what he’s fixing to tell me, and for some reason unknown to me, I find that I want to believe whatever it is that he’s fixing to tell me.
“My parents always prepared me for the possibility of an attack,” he begins, his voice thick and hoarse all of a sudden. “But, no matter how prepared you think you are, no preparation is enough when you find yourself in the midst of an attack, especially as a five-year-old kid.”
“Five?” I ask, my heart breaking for the child that he was who clearly lost everyone and everything that he knew when the attack happened.
He nods, then continues, “I know I told you it was rogues that attacked us. That’s the story I’ve always told—it’s what I was told to say. We were attacked by witches that were so strong that even our own magic couldn’t hold up against them. They decimated our pack. I was lucky to have made it out alive and it’s only because I was too small and weak to fight, so I hid. Once the fight was over, I ran and ran, as far away as my feet would take me. Eventually, I couldn’t go any further and collapsed in the woods, falling into a deep sleep.
When I woke, I was with the people that I now call my family. They found me and brought me into the pack, adopting me as their own.”
“But, I don’t understand. Why was the pack attacked?” I ask, feeling as though I’m missing a key piece of information. *And if it was witches the attacked them, instead of rogues, then why did they do it?*
“I had a twin sister, too. She didn’t make it out of the attack alive.” Maxon tells me, taking me by surprise once more. “There is a prophecy that was foretold long ago of a pair of twins, one girl, and one boy, that would be the strongest of our kind, and that they would become the rulers of all supernatural kind.”
“And the witches didn’t want to be ruled by what they consider to be abominations…” I surmise, finishing his unspoken sentence.
“Yeah,” he simply says, his eyes boring deeply into my own. “I never imagined I would have found another like myself.” He says, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek as his face dips closer, slowly closing the distance until his lips are just a breath from my own.
Then, he’s kissing me, gently at first, but quickly the kiss turns heated and I find myself lost in it, in this man. And although I don’t feel the sparks that Kenton’s touch elicits, I do feel a pull towards him that confuses me, since Kenton is supposed to be my mate.
*My mate,* I think and then put my hand to his chest and shove him back, putting distance between us that should have never been closed in the first place.
“I—I can’t…” I murmur, confused as to how even my wolf got pulled under his spell. Usually, she doesn’t want me to have anything to do with any other male, but she didn’t even put up a fight with Maxon.
*What does this mean?*
“You feel it too, don’t you?” Maxon husks, his voice deep and threaded with desire. “I can’t be the only one who feels the pull. I think you’re—“
“No!” I snap, not wanting to hear another man claim that I’m his mate. “I have a mate. I don’t know what the pull means, but I have a mate.”
“That—that’s not possible,” he says, stumbling back away from me. “I feel the pull and my wolf wants you too. You’re mistaken.”
“No, I’m not,” I say and place my hand on his forearm. “Do you feel sparks?”
He cocks his brow, casting me a confused look, but shakes his head no.
“Neither do I, but with Kenton, there are sparks that light up my entire body like the Fourth of July. *He* is my mate.” I say, feeling bad when I take in the hurt expression on his face and then whisper, “I’m sorry,” before pushing past him and running through the clearing back towards the pack house, my kind beyond confused about everything that’s happened and been said over the last half hour.