~Damin~

A Year And Half Later.

The sun was not even up yet, and already I could feel it in my bones that my house had turned into a war zone. You learn to recognize the signs when you live with four pups and a wife who could talk a saint into committing murder.

It started with Lyra’s voice carrying down the hallway, that sweet, fake-patient tone she only used when she was about five seconds away from snapping someone’s neck.

Then came the sound of a baby’s screech, ...