Wolfblood
We drove carefully while Christmas music played on the radio.
“I don’t know what it is, but I just love Christmas even though we don’t celebrate it.” Alex laughed. “I just love all the lights, the Christmas tree, the idea of everyone opening presents together on Christmas morning. I wish werewolves celebrated something similar. I guess we have winter solstice, but it’s not really the same, eh?”
He looked so sweet as I peered over at him, a small smile on his face as we drove. He was so handsome, his face so perfect like a master sculptor had carved it. I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield.
A flying deer???
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