A few weeks passed in rare quiet. No shadows. No sickness. No fear.Just winter.Just family.Christmas Eve settled over the packhouse like a soft blanket, and for once, nothing felt threatening. The den glowed with firelight, the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner — silver garland, red and green bulbs, and Storm’s uneven paper star hanging proudly at the top.All of us piled into the den: Me, Blaise, Storm, Beth, and Sam. Jenna and Oliver eventually wandered in with cocoa and more presents. Sam had come early with his gifts already wrapped, insisting he stay the night “because Christmas morning isn’t Christmas morning without chaos.”Blankets covered every lap. The lights were dim. And a Christmas movie marathon flickered across the TV.Storm curled up in my arms, warm and soft, little breaths brushing my shoulder as he drifted off. I leaned back into Blaise, his arm around me, steady and protective. Beth and Sam shared a huge blanket on the other couch, whisper-laughing thr
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