EMILY’S POV
Through the kitchen window, I watched Larkin playfully chase our twins and Lilac, across our backyard. The sound of their laughter filled the air, painting a smile on my face. In a fit of mischief, the twins conspired to knock their father down. As I was transfixed by their giggles and the endearing scene, my hands slowed down while washing dishes.
With Larkin by my side, my worries and doubts about being a werewolf seemed to fade away. His unwavering presence provided reassurance, making sure that our journey would take a different path than my parents. Still, we remained cautious, treading carefully to ensure the peace of our existence.
The bliss of living without the constant shadow of fear enveloped us like a warm embrace. Since Conrad's death, the members of the Crimson
