Lucy sat quietly by the fire, watching the flames dance and flicker. It was a rare moment of peace in the chaotic world of the werewolves. She had just put their daughter, Emily, to bed and was enjoying the quiet before Marcus's return.

"Lucy?" Marcus's voice broke the silence. He walked into the room, throwing his jacket onto the nearby armchair, and sat down next to her. "How was Emily?"

"She was great. She's finally fallen asleep."

"Good. I missed her today."

"You always miss her," Lucy chuckled, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I can't help it," Marcus replied, wrapping his arm around her. "She's just so...perfect."

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