Lyra's POV

{Six Years Later}

“Mommy, when is Daddy coming back?”

Moon’s voice rang through the room as she plopped onto the plush couch, her red eyes blinking furiously in anticipation of my response.

I continued folding the neatly laundered clothes, placing them one by one into the closet. “Your dad will be back by noon,” I answered, closing the closet door with a soft click before moving to the other side of the room to arrange the shoes in the lower drawer.

Moon let out an exaggerated sigh, her arms folding tightly over her small chest. “Noon is so far, Mommy. Daddy promised to teach me how to hunt,”...