Christmas was much livelier than in years past. Tessa and the others really helped bring joy to the pack house. Even my mother, Anna Jane, who was notorious for disliking the holidays was seen smiling and laughing. It just seemed like everyone enjoyed themselves more. Maybe Justin was projecting his euphoria. But whatever the cause, I was thankful. Tessa had proven herself to be a master baker, and there were almost fights breaking out over her cookies. Even our rogue problem had seemed to taper off. I glanced over at my brother, who was taking the last of the decorations down and could see his silver eyes sparkle. If someone had told me a month ago that I could be this happy, I would have laughed in their faces. Even the rest of my pack seemed happier than normal. And every once in a
