SCARLETT POV
I was beginning to wonder if everyone who has ever had any form of contact with Alix had their true memories. Nothing was adding up anymore and I had no idea how I could be any help.
Shadow paces back and forth across the kitchen, fists clenched at his sides. I watch his movements. Back and forth. Back and forth.
"Shadow" Poppa's voice is a low warning. Shadow turns to glare at him not stopping his pacing. Back and forth, Back and forth.
"Shadow" I try calling his name softly, he pauses in his pacing his focus snapping to me, "come sit with me so we can talk" I tell him gently. He gives a jerky nod of his head before shuffling over, I take his hand and lead him to the living room before taking a seat on the couch, pulling him down with me.
"I'm sorry." He murmurs eyes downcast.
I-it's my wolf, he wants to claim you, the longer I spend with you the worse it gets." Poppa clears his throat making a lame excuse before making a quick exit.
