KessaIt was two days before Christmas, and the pack grounds looked heavenly as a blanket of pristine snow floated around it.Everyone else seemed excited about the annual Christmas celebration, but I felt nothing. Or rather, I felt too much... too much heaviness, too much dread.I wasn't allergic to celebrations in-fact I loved them, but as I grew older, I dreaded not only celebrations but my entire existence.The loud calling of my name snapped me back to reality. My father needed me downstairs.I adjusted the ruffles on my dress and pushed out a slow breath. After one final glance at the mirror, I stepped out of my room.The pack house was a circus; maids were running around trying to get the preparations in order. I wasn't surprised by the busyness. It was always the same around this time of year. The sound of my dad's voice coming from outside caught my attention and headed towards the entrance."Move faster!" A voice snapped behind me after I had taken a few steps forward.
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