Allissa
We’ve had a few years of peace. If you had told me, back when I stood in chains waiting for the Lycan King to decide my fate, that one day I would be sitting on a sun-warmed couch with his daughter shrieking with laughter at my feet and his twins drooling on our laps, I would have asked what you were drinking and where I could get some.
But here we were.
Lyra had discovered that if she spun in circles fast enough, the entire world became hilarious. She toppled onto the rug for the fourth time, dark hair everywhere, and let out an hysterical giggle. Mira squealed from my lap in response, kicking her chubby legs like she wanted in on the action. Her brother gave no such reaction. Soren sat regally on Darren’s knee, six months of solemn judgment in a tiny body, observing his big si
