Aaron's POV
"Remind me again why we're making this detour to the Academy, Aaron?" Dakota asks from the passenger seat.
I've spent months courting her—getting to know her, testing our compatibility, deciding if she'd make a suitable Luna for my pack. I'd held out hope for my fated mate, but time isn't on my side anymore. At thirty-three, I'm running out of options. And if my mate is near my age, her fertile years are numbered. The Alpha in me demands an heir, and soon.
I met Dakota when I visited my mother's pack months ago. She's in her late twenties, unmated, and we clicked immediately. Before leaving, I'd arranged another visit for the following month.
That second visit went just as well.
The third time, I stayed for a week and took her away from pack territory so we could spend time alone.
