Camilla Pov
“Where is my little lycan?” I stop pretending to think. I know she’s watching me. She always hides in the same spot. I hear the soft giggles and start to run again.
“I’ll get you,” I sing, still pretending I don’t know where she is.
“No, you’re not!” my baby is the sweetest and cutest in the whole world
I go behind the cream-white sofa where she always hides.
“ Gotcha!” she squeals, running away but I lift her.
“You found me mummy!” she smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“ Always, little Lycan,” I whisper, holding her close. I put her down and she runs to the sink to wash her hands for dinner. I like this small apartment of ours. It’s a two-bedroom house, a nice salon, kitchen, and three bathrooms. Everything in here is cream white just how I like, and a small din
