Avery POV
"You’re just listening? No questions?" I stared at Aidan, waiting for something—a reaction, a challenge, anything. I mean he's Aidan Silvester after all.
But he just sat there, calm as ever, like we were discussing the weather.
"Like what, Little Hellion?" He smirked, utterly unbothered. "Fine. I have No questions. Just go on before you change your mind and shut up." He added ever so casually.
I frowned. "What? You’re not even shocked that I’m bringing up the witches? I thought no one in the pack spoke about them ages ago I mean after the reign of the mad Alpha King!"
Aidan just looked at me, unreadable.
Frustration burned in my chest.
"I don’t know why you’re so relaxed, but in case you haven’t noticed, the witches are out there slaughtering wolves at the border! It’s on
