Christian's POV
Remos's claws were halfway out, fur beginning to sprout along his arms, his chest heaving with rage. His eyes were no longer gray but glowing a dangerous silver, a storm barely contained. I stood in front of him, my palms raised.
Fück, he was shifting. This motherfücker wouldn't be contained if he fully shifted.
"Remo, look at me!" I said, my voice firm but calm. "You shifting now won't help her. She needs you sane, not savage."
Maddox moved beside me, gripping Remo's shoulder's tightly.
"Don't let Dean win by losing yourself. You are her king, her mate. If you lose it, she will lose everything." Maddox said and I was surprised by the number of words he spoke.
Suddenly, as if our words cut through the fog of fury, Remo's claws retracted, his breathing steadied, an
