Lailani’s POV
Dinner at the Ives packhouse was surprisingly quiet. After the blowout between Aziel and me earlier, I expected there to be some tension, but it seemed the pack was too busy recovering from the day's events. Plates clattered as food was served, but the conversations around the large oak dining table were subdued, filled with the usual small talk that held no weight.
I sat next to Waylen, who had been surprisingly supportive since I arrived. He occasionally cast glances in Aziel’s direction, as if gauging how his Alpha was holding up, but he didn’t say much to me. Not that I blamed him. He was probably just as exhausted as I was after dealing with Aziel all day.
Across from me, Aziel sat at the head of the table, his posture stiff as usual, eyes locked on the food in front
