Lucian's POV
The hospital discharge paperwork was finally complete. After three grueling days of chemotherapy—watching Lily's tiny body endure more than any child ever should—we were finally taking her home. As we walked out of the sterile corridors, Lily's small hand gripped mine tightly, her other hand held by Allison on her opposite side.
”I can carry you,” I offered, noticing how Lily's steps dragged slightly despite her brave smile.
”I can walk,” she insisted with that stubborn lift of her chin—so like her mother.
Fenrir rumbled with approval deep within me. The pup has our strength.
The drive back to Allison's apartment was quiet. In the rearview mirror, I watched Lily's head nod as exhaustion overtook her excitement about going home. Allison sat beside her in the back seat, con
