Caitlyn's POV

Before, I barely spoke to Blake. Our interactions were just the occasional teacher-student exchanges during class.

 

It wasn't until I asked him to help me with some training that we started talking more.

 

"Must be nice," Blake said, grilling the fish.

 

"Yes, it's nice. He's very good to me," I said with a smile, my mind wandering back to Raymond. His strong, handsome face flashed in my mind, and my heart skipped a beat just thinking about him.

 

I could feel my face and ears starting to heat up.

 

"What about you? Have you met your mate yet?" I quickly changed the subject.

 

Blake shook his head with...