Aziel's pov
The early morning sun cast long, golden beams across the driveway as I loaded bag after bag of groceries into the trunk of my car.
The sight wasn’t something the pack saw often, judging by the way a few members passing by paused to gawk or exchange curious glances. I ignored them, stuffing a loaf of artisan bread between bags of produce and herbs that I couldn’t even name.
“Whoa, Aziel,” Waylen called out, appearing with a smirk and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Are you feeding half the territory or hosting a feast I don’t know about?”
I chuckled, unable to hide the grin that tugged at my lips.
“Neither,” I replied, closing the trunk with a soft thud.
“I’m making lunch for Lailani.”
The smirk on Waylen’s face broadened, his eyebrows shooting up.
“Lunch? As in, h
