Avalon's POV

"Dada!"

Lyra's was the only thing that could make me smile anymore.

She was a walking bundle of joy as she moved with that unsteady gait that toddlers have. She was sixteen months old and was already showing signs of the wolf she'd become.

Her eyes flashed gold when she was excited. Her baby teeth were sharper than most human children and sometimes, when she laughed, I could hear something wild in it.

My daughter was going to be powerful.

"Hey, little wolf," I said, scooping her up. "What are you doing awake? It's nap time."

"No nap," Lyra declared, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Play."

"Nap...