He had been watching her for a week. Ever since she stepped into the class, since that first glance when he felt she was his true mate. A month had passed since that day and he had limited himself to scaring away anyone who wanted to hit on her. Drago, his best friend, could joke about it as much as he wanted, but Mason couldn't do otherwise. Everyone at school knew that he had put his mark on her. She was sitting under a tree, writing something in a small notebook. Her concentrated, beautiful face drove him into a stupor every time. She was perfect. But she kept herself away from everyone. So fragile, with her sad eyes. Mason knew that someday he would have to take this step towards her. The moment had come.