It’s been a week since the fight where I saw him. I haven’t seen any of the guys that I knew belonged to pack wandering around for the last three days. I have been fighting the bond between us since that night. Although, that was easier said than done. I always knew when he was around. I could feel the tension in the bond lessen. I will admit that I felt better when he was closer, but I also knew that we could never be together. Diyaa was beyond frustrated with me. I had tried to explain and justify why I was doing what I was doing but she was having none of it. I thought she was going to punch me last night when I started laughing at her as she once again tried to get me to see that finding my mate was not as horrible as I thought it was. Diyaa is a little pixie, well compared to me. She
