Finally. Tearing myself away from my mate for a week right after I had just claimed her was torture. The mating pull punished me all week as I buried myself in my work. There was just so much to do. The generals and I finally had a better map of the Eastern borders, and that in turn entailed a lot more work. Strategies needed to be made, backup plans and routes needed to be written down. Not to mention all the calls I've received from the late Alpha Theodore's pack. But as Friday evening rolled around, I was finally done with work. I did a lot more than was required since I insisted that I take the weekend off to spend with my mate. Next week, my workload would be considerably lighter and I could finally show her the real duties meant for the crown princess. She must hate me right now, eve
