The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was snow.
A stupid amount of it.
My window looked like someone had dumped icing sugar across the entire world. Frost crawled over the glass like frozen spiderwebs. Outside, the sky kept dropping flakes, huge ones, like the universe wanted me to drown in glitter.
I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. Snowfall meant Christmas decorating. Christmas decorating meant other people being happy. Other people being happy meant I had to pretend I was not a snarling ball of resentment.
This entire season should be illegal.
My wolf paced under my skin, irritated and moody. Probably taking after me. The nightmares had not helped. The rogue bowing. Its a whisper. Those red symbols spread across the snow. All of it left my chest tight.
Someone cl
