All things considered, Kiley still had a lot to learn about being part of a pack and what the pack dynamics really were. She knew better than to show up at the Normandins' door unannounced without Mason around, though. That was just plain social suicide, and she knew the kind of tension that would be waiting for her if she did that. She just hoped she'd never have to. The fundraiser gala had been bad enough, and enough to make her realize how different she was than them. So long as Mason saw something he liked - and he did - then she'd be happy. Kiley wasn't about to change herself to fit someone else's crazy standards, after all. She never was and never would be that kind of girl. Whatever was going on within the pack itself, when Mason needed her to know, he'd tell her. Simple as that.
Ah, so it was his father. That made sense, given what Kiley knew about the man, which wasn't much. But she did figure that he'd probably been the alpha before Mason, and as such probably wasn't all that comfortable - or used to - having to give up the power. She didn't doubt Mason could put him in his place, though. He certainly had a dominant enough personality for it. And yes, Kiley saw that as a good thing. "Gotcha," she said, taking another few bites of food, glad that Mason had given her two sandwiches to start with after all. "Well, hopefully it's something that will blow over quick so you won't have to worry about it too much." Probably not, but a girl could hope, couldn't she?