I walk in a daze, barely registering the loud chatter of students, the shove of careless shoulders and elbows, and the unruly slam of backpacks that are inevitable in the hallway rush. A slow, goofy smile pulls up the corner of my lips, my mind and heart on replay mode, thinking about one person.
My Mate.
It feels so good just to think about it.
After delivering those parting words and shooting a menacing look at my harmless best friend—which was a tad bit unnecessary, but hell, it was excusable because of Alpha-jealousy and all that—Alpha Seneca had fixed me with her intense stare, so many emotions hidden in the depths of those endless pools of grey.
"I'll see you around," She'd said in a low voice, so low that I doubt even Nora had heard, and had squeezed the hand on my shoulder, bef
