11 Chapter 11: Advice

James walked through Bass’s rooms. The Beta, like the Alpha, had both private rooms and a Hall. The Hall was where the Alpha, or Beta, met with whoever of the pack needed to see them.

By Law, James could go wherever he liked, even into the private rooms. But he tried his best to respect his pack’s privacy, even his Beta’s, and only visited him in his Hall.

Seeing the distressed look on James’ face, Bass sent everyone out, and James had the room to himself.

“It's her, Bass,” James collapsed on one of the benches. “It’s Elizabeth.”

Bass pursed his lips, but didn’t respond.

“But she doesn’t remember me,” James continued, looking at his friend. “I don’t know how, but she doesn’t remember me at all. I was so sure she was my mate, but how is that possible if she remembers nothing about me? And now,” James continues, “She’s been avoiding me for days. I swear it's almost like she doesn’t even sense my presence.”

Bass sighed, walking around restlessly.