The Mole's POV
The mole sat stewing in her dorm.
This was too frustrating.
She was being kept in limbo, held in some twilight state to try and figure out how to maintain her momentum.
She had almost been successful.
That miserable woman, the powerful woman who had provided the hair to power one of her strongest spells as of late, seemed incapable of listening to good counsel.
The pathetic miserable alpha that ran this Goddess forsaken school had come crawling back to her, desperate for her attention.
Love was pathetic.
That woman, so powerful she never needed to bow before another living soul, had accepted the fool right back. He was making a fool of her.
She didn't even know they were mates.
The mole considered her options. She had been frozen for weeks, trying to figure out wha
