As soon as my feet cross the threshold of the pack house, Aimee is beside me. I expect her to start ranting about Nathan and his father, or badgering me about wanting to know every last word that was said back there.
When she doesn't, I'm shocked.
We get a few meters through the village, walking down the main path between the houses, before she finally opens her mouth.
"Alpha Andre is a controlling, unpleasant, condescending bastard just like his son is."
I breathe out a sigh of relief that she's not gone ill. Here comes the rant I've been anticipating.
"But I do agree with him."
I choke. I physically choke. "You what?!"
"Just hear me out," she holds up her hands, coming to a dead stop in the middle of the pathway and turning to me. She sounds like a peacekeeper now; using that
