Leo's POV
“We have our mission; now, let’s head out,” Jay addressed the party. He seemed more chipper than usual. Everything had gone as he expected, and I couldn't have anticipated anything else. Though he had yet to confirm his engagement, I knew. I just wasn't sure if I was ready to hear it out loud.
I observed Jay tossing several bags over his shoulder, attempting to conceal a full set of bared canines. Meanwhile, I idly played with my pack, engaging in mostly aimless activities. Jay, in stark contrast, was on a mission. It was not long before he disappeared behind the soundproof doors, leading him outside.
As I pondered the conflicting emotions within me, I couldn't help but wonder: how could I love him as a brother just as much as I envied him as a man?
“I hate mission food,” Tim
