Nolan’s pov
I’m staring up in the ceiling lying in this small bed, too small for me and I look at my phone for the hundredth time seeing If Scarlett has texted me, surprise, she hasn’t.
I just got cornered when she started to talk about pups, and I saw it, she wants it, she wants the whole nine yards and I’m just trying to get adjusted to having a mate, another person that means the world to me, and it feels like I’m failing like hell since she is sad or upset half the time we talk.
I sight and rise up and sit taking my glasses on getting that stupid homework done, I’m shirtless since its hot being almost summer.
my window is open. it’s a smaller room, made just for sleeping, since dad wants me to be more normal and understand humans, mixing with other packs. he sent me here, away and
