Amy grabbed two more plates, one for Amelio and one for self before joining us for breakfast.
At first, we mostly ate in silence. The cutting and scraping of knives and forks as they clattered against the plates was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. For me, at least, it didn't seem to bother Amelio or Amy. Did they usually enjoy their meals in silence? Hopefully, I could change that.
“What’s this Alpha Kyle like?” I asked. Amy never talked about him when she called. Then again, why would she? They weren’t mates, and as far as I’m aware, they weren’t friends either.
“He is a good man”, Amelio answers.
“I have known him since we were pups, and we were in school together. We grew apart as our duties slowly became our lives, but I have always respected him.” Amelio was extremely kin
