(Damon's POV)One year later. The sun rose over Silver Creek like it had never seen war.Golden light spilled across the pack house roof, the training yard, the garden where Amara had planted roses last spring. The flowers were blooming now, red and pink and white, their petals heavy with dew. Bees hummed among them. Birds sang in the trees.And in the yard, his dark hair catching the morning light, our son took his first unassisted step.I watched from the porch. Ethan stood in the grass, his grey eyes fixed on Amara, who was crouched ten feet away with her arms outstretched. He was wobbling. Uncertain. But determined."Come on, baby," Amara coaxed. "You can do it."Ethan took a step, then another then he fell.Amara caught him before he hit the ground, scooping him up into her arms, spinning him around until he shrieked with laughter."Did you see that?" she called to me."I saw.""He walked!""He stumbled.""He walked." She pressed a kiss to Ethan's cheek. "He's perfect
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