Cole
Do you want to go check on her?" Matt asked.
"It's only been four hours," I grumbled.
"Well, anything to make you stop pacing up and down," he whined, folding his arms as he leaned against the kitchen table.
"Trust me, this is better than what’s actually going on in my mind right now. Besides, I’ve already been to Dorothy’s house ten times in these four hours. She’s not impressed with me."
Matt scoffed.
"What?" I asked, irritation creeping into my tone.
He rolled his eyes. "It’s not like you to care about who’s impressed with you. Especially people from a different pack—one you hate."
"Dorothy is different," I muttered, turning on my heel to continue pacing.
Matt watched me with interest. "How so?"
"For starters, she’s a hell of a lot smarter than I expected. In a pack led b
