Allison's POV
The flight had been exhausting, especially with Lily's condition requiring constant monitoring.
But we were finally back after three years of building my new life away from the Storm Pack territory.
My daughter's small hand gripped mine tightly as we exited the Airport, her gray-blue eyes - so achingly similar to her father's - surveying the bustling terminal with quiet curiosity.
"Mommy, is this where Grandma lives?" Lily asked, her voice small but clear despite her fragile health.
"Not exactly, sweetheart," I replied, flagging down a taxi. "Grandma's in a special place called Willowbrook Center. We're going to visit her now."
I helped Lily into the cab, making sure her favorite stuffed wolf was tucked securely under her arm.
"Willowbrook Center, pleas
