*Hazel's POV*
"We'd be delighted."
I nearly choked on air as Kael accepted the invitation. The Lycan King—the most feared supernatural being in existence—had just agreed to attend a backyard barbecue with an elderly couple we'd met five minutes ago.
Maybe I was still asleep. Maybe this entire morning was just a bizarre dream.
Milo tugged at my sleeve, his eyes shining with excitement. "Are we really going to a barbecue, Mom? With normal people?"
The hope in his voice made my chest tighten. These kids had experienced so little normalcy in their lives. Something as simple as a cookout felt like Christmas morning to them.
"It seems that way," I said, keeping my voice steady despite my confusion.
Martha beamed, clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Let's say around two o'clock? Our site is just down that path, number twenty-three. It's the big Winnebago with the blue awning."
