Damien's POV The aroma of Pemmican, a dish made from dried meat, melted fat, flour, and molasses, filled my nostrils, making my mouth water in anticipation as I joined the others at the dinner table. Someone in the background played the Rebec, a medieval instrument shaped like a pear. The soft melody filled the room, creating a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere. Anysia's eyes glimmered with delight as she rubbed her pregnant belly, thoroughly enjoying her pot pie made from chicken, potatoes, and carrots. I was glad she was healthy and the baby was doing fine. I savored every bite of my food, quietly enjoying my meal while Leo and Grey laughed about something I wasn't interested in. Isadora sat across from me, her fork hitting gently on her glass of water. "Guys, I have an announcement to make." Lifting my head, I stared at Isadora, waiting for her to speak, wondering what she had to say. Leo's smile widened in approval while Isadora threw back her head and let out a great pe
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