Amie
I was sitting in the back of Finlay’s car. He and Martin sat up front. The tense energy rolled off of them in waves.
“Can we try to relax?” I asked. “I know this is a stressful meeting, but if we go in like this, we will add fuel to a fire.” Finlay rolled his shoulders and tried to keep the car steady.
“You’re right,” Martin admitted and made a conscious effort to relax. “When we get there, I think it would make the most sense if me and the Alpha flanked you, Amie,” he then said.
“Keep on dreaming. When have you ever seen an Alpha flank a member of their pack that isn’t their Luna? Standard procedure is Alpha in the middle, you to the right and me to the left,” I objected.
“I don’t know, Amie,” Finlay started to say.
“Okay. I know what this is and while I find it sweet that the
