Time passed. By the time the sunset, Elijah was exhausted. However, he was elated that he had spent a day of his life trying to improve himself. The only concern that remained was Amelia. He wanted her, but she didn't want him.
While he took a shower and as he relaxed on his bed, his mind was occupied with her thoughts. He knew Amelia was a witch and wouldn't cherish the mate bond as much as wolves do. Werewolves took the mate bond as something sacred.
"What are we going to do? I don't want to lose her," he sighed as he lay on the bed. "She is my mate. I know second chances exist, but they are extremely rare. Besides, I really like her. She is…. different. She is strong, sassy, and I know she will kick my ass if I am being stupid ….and I like that. Maybe that is what I need. Perhaps th
