I felt the strange feeling of déjà vu as I waited for Alex to come home, feeling like this was the exact same thing that I had been doing for days on end.
Each and every day, I would come here and sit in his office when he went to go do his rounds, forcing myself into his personal space, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it if he hadn’t been here when I had arrived here. And if he dared to do so, then I would have the Elders on my side, for luck declared that I was still his mentor, that I still needed to guide him and help him where I could—because he was not yet seen as fit to lead this pack, and I doubted that I would ever see the day where he would be.
I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that the Elders had fallen for the sob story that he had told
