"If you pull off any stupid stunt I swear ill lock you in our room. All windows closed and security outside your room!" warns Dillon. We went to the kitchen to make breakfast and are sitting across from each other at the island.
"I won't pull of any stupid stunts. I'm only going to help you and make sure you're okay," I explain for the hundredth time. "Are you even listening to me?" I ask. Dillon sighs. "I'd take you training now but it's too late to improve any more. We are leaving tomorrow," he says. I nod.
"I know. But sure, we are mates. We fight better side by side," I explain. Dillon smiles. "Not until I mark you," he says. My eyes widen. I completely forgot about marking your mate.
Marking means that the male wolf of the relationship leaves a bite on the female meaning they begin
