BACK TO AADYA'S POV
"Can you believe that?! Who does he think he is speaking to me like that?" Not only am I angry but I'm frustrated as well, how could he say such to me? He has no right whatsoever.
"He's your friend, one that loves you at that." Has he gone mad?
"Excuse me? Could you repeat that I don't think I heard you quite right?"
"You see that's the problem."
"What's the problem?"
Instead of Hunter to answer me he makes his way to a chair covered in what looks to be white sheep wool, he takes his time to adjust himself into a comfortable position, I watch him place a little stool at the foot of the chair on which he sets his legs then reclines backwards with his arms resting behind his head. What a strange wolfman.
