Calix’s POV
The dining room was bathed in the soft morning light, casting a warm glow over the grand table. The smell of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the air, mingling with the aroma of brewed coffee and herbal teas. Hazel sat between us, her radiant smile lighting up the room.
Kane, Alaric, and I sat around her, sharing a rare moment of peace and camaraderie. Alaric, no longer confined to his wheelchair, moved with a newfound confidence, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and joy.
Kane's sight had returned, though still slightly blurry, and he watched Hazel with a protective gaze.
"So, what shall we do today?" Alaric asked, his voice filled with a playful tone. He reached for a piece of bread, spreading butter over it with practiced ease.
Hazel giggled, her eyes
