[AMIRA’S POV]
Another day has come and the sun has began to rise over the horizon, casting soft, golden rays through the wide windows of the pack house. I stood there against the window for a moment, watching the light dance on the wooden floor, while my mind race.
For days, I had felt the subtle change in my surroundings. The guards weren’t as tight around me and Calix any longer. The eyes that usually followed my every movement were more focused elsewhere.
Daemon was still unpredictable, but something had shifted. Perhaps it was because of how Calix behaved towards him. I had seen it in his eyes when our son called him "daddy"—a vulnerability that I never thought Daemon was capable of.
I could feel that he was still angry with me, I knew that, but there was no denying the softenin
