Freya's POV
I woke just before seven, the early morning light filtering through the curtains of Isabella's room. For a moment, I savored the warmth and weight of my daughter curled against me, her breathing soft and rhythmic. These peaceful moments had become rare treasures in my life.
A few minutes later, Isabella stirred, her small arms wrapping around my neck as her eyes fluttered open. "Mommy, you stayed," she murmured sleepily, a smile spreading across her face.
"I promised I would," I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She snuggled closer, her voice taking on that sweet, pleading tone she knew I could rarely resist. "Will you take me to school today? Please?"
My heart swelled. "Of course I will, little wolf."
After we'd both showered and dressed, we headed
