Reika POV
The dark haired man named Aamon took me into the shop. It smelt funny in here so many scents overwhelming me. We stood there awkwardly as I peered around at everything.
"Do you like Ryker?" He asks, his voice making me jump in the dark room.
"He scares me," I answer. Aamon nods.
"He scares me too sometimes, what does your wolf say about him though?"
"Says mates are bad, they will kill him" I tell him while observing him.
"So she doesn't like him?"
"She doesn't want him to die" I tell him.
"You think he will?" I shrug, he seems strong so I was unsure. My brows furrow at his question.
"You're very odd," he states.
"So are you, you smell funny" he chuckles.
"What does Ryker smell like?"
"Good, why do you keep asking about him. He is your"- I didn't know what this man was to him. They aren't family though, they weren't the same species.