Chapter 92

Marco and Eve existed in a state of pure domestic tranquility - reveling in their deepening marital bond and the joys of raising their precious daughter Sofia. The little girl was the spitting image of her mother, with Eve's tumbling chestnut locks and warm hazel eyes. But she also possessed an effervescent, free spirit that reminded Marco so much of himself in his youth.

"She's going to be a handful when she gets older, that one," Marco would chuckle fondly as he watched Sofia frolicking through the wildflower meadow, chasing butterflies and weaving crowns of daisies.

"Well, we'll just have to make sure we instill our values in her while she's young," Eve murmured back, resting her head on Marco's shoulder as a contented smile played across her lips. "Discipline and control, but also kindness and wonder at the world."

On nights of the full moon, when their wolfish sides would rise to curse them once more, Ev