Dallas' p.o.v.
I look around the room at my family and I realize that if I were to die tonight, I would die a happy woman.
Trion, Everett's Lycan, lies curled up in front of the fireplace, and the Grandchildren are climbing over him as if he were a jungle gym. Charna joins him sometimes, but only when we are in the garden and the sun is out.
“You okay, Little One?” Darius asks as he sits on the floor in front of me.
“I am fine, Old Man. I enjoy these moments with our family and sometimes I wish that we didn't have a Kingdom to think about.” I answer.
As I listen to the noises around me and watch the Grandkids running around the living room, my mind starts to wander.
In the thirty-something years that Quinlan was King, we visited Shadow Valley Pack at least once a year. The first yea
