It wasn't neglecting his pack when she was part of his pack, too. Kiley would never ask him to choose her over his family, that just wasn't fair and she wasn't that kind of girl, but there was a part of her that was more than a little selfish. Why shouldn't she want to keep Mason all to herself? She didn't see herself as possessive, though she'd felt more so since she'd been turned, but they were dating. If his family couldn't accept that, then it was their problem, not hers. Not until it was shoved in her face and she had to find a way to deal with it. Mason was the alpha - her alpha - and he was the one who decided who was pack and who wasn't. Kiley herself had other friends she considered as close as pack, yes, but she didn't make decisions the way way Mason did. He was good at it, too. That's why she followed him. It made her all the more grateful that Mason was here with her now.
He looked a little tense, evidenced by that roll of his shoulders, and Kiley watched him as she ate. For a few moments, she didn't say anything - because holy shit, food tasted good right about now. She had no idea how hungry she actually was until she'd polished off the first sandwich, folding up the empty wrapper and putting it aside. She'd eaten so fast, she was sure she would have made Corwin proud, and that was a feat. She was sipping at her coffee when he gave her that smile, the one that was supposed to say he didn't care, but he did. Kiley set her mug down and reached for his free hand. "What happened this morning?" If he didn't want to talk about it, that was fine, but she had to ask.