Another few days go by and I see Dillon less and less. He spends most of his free time with his father trying to solve the Elizabeth problem. Yet every time I see him he gives me a dissapoinent look. I'm becoming impatient. It's 3 weeks since I first met my mate and I still can't actually be with him.
"Still nothing?" I ask walking into the gym for our final recruiting session before we get graded. He shakes his head. "My father spoke to the Alpha," he says, my eyes widen. "Does he know?" I ask feeling myself burn up. He shakes his head. "No. My father left that out. He just asked if there was something else that could be done to bring peace among the packs," he explains.
I look at him in hope but his face expression makes the flame in my heart die out. "Nothing?" I say. He shrugs in dis
