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I gasped. “You did?” Night and I asked at the same time.

Violet hopped to her feet. She hadn’t looked so vibrant since Troy had given her the alpha wound, the marks of which had faded a lot in the last few weeks. “Come on, you two! Let’s show you all the changes we’ve made.”

A few minutes later, our new home came into sight, and I was already amazed to see all the work that had been done. It’d been weeks since I’d last stopped by, and it had undergone a complete makeover. The outside was painted a gorgeous sea green. The door and windows were trimmed with white. Inside, there were vibrant rugs and knitted tapestries, and the kitchen was a deeper jungle-green shade with brass finishings on the drawers and cabinets. The banisters and floor had been polished to a shine, and the place was filled with natural light.

Upstairs, the nursery had been painted a soft, eggshell white with stars painted in various hues across the walls. The rug was plush and white, like soft fur under our feet. Th