Aziel's pov
The full moon shone down over the packhouse, casting its silvery glow across the clearing where laughter and excited chatter filled the air.
Inside, the main living room buzzed with energy.
Someone had pulled out the large, round table from storage, and it now sat at the centre, surrounded by mismatched chairs dragged in from every room.
Board games, cards, snacks, and drinks were strewn across it in a messy sprawl.
It was game night—something Zayn had suggested, hoping to ease the tension that had been crackling around lately like static.
Surprisingly, Zior was in on the game night. Although I didn't want to talk to her or be in the same space, I had to do it for the pack.
they needed it.
“Okay, everyone, listen up!” Waylen’s voice boomed as he took up the role of a
