“Killjoy,” she muttered, but then kept going because she had a lot to cover. “Now that everyone has dragged their butts from their bedsand/orshowers…”
“Thank you,” Adam bowed his head at her.
“We’ve got a lot to cover, so listen up, take notes, or record on your phones because I will not be repeating this crap.” She knew she totallywouldbe repeating this crap, probably a million times, but the fewer times she did have to repeat herself, the better. “And I don’t want to hear any grumbling. It’s the most wonderful time of the year, with joy to the world, fa-la-las, and holly on your own front door, so I want to see some holiday freaking cheer.”
“I feel like we’ve been drafted into Christmas elf bootcamp, with no way to go AWOL,” someone whispered, but Jen didn’t know who because she was too busy looking at her list.
“All right, listen for your name and the squadron you’re assigned to.”
“Nailed it,” Jacque whispered as she high-fived Sally. “Elf bootcamp.”
Chapter 2
“On the second day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me twocursingpupsand a furball in a fir tree.”
Go on and admit you just sang that out loud.”~Jen
“First up…” Jen held up a finger to the group.
Sally kept shoving toast in her mouth to make sure she couldn’t smile or laugh. The healer was pretty sure Jen would throw her pen, or something heavier,if she did. Sally wasn’t interested in losing an eye for Christmas.
“Gavril and Rachel.” Jen scanned the room and found the couple leaning against the counter on the farthest side of the kitchen. Closest to the nearest escape route, Sally noted.Smart.“You two are therugratsquad. For the next four weeks, all children below the age of six are under your command. Keep ’em from climbing in the trees, eating the fake holly berries, and…” Jen narrowed her eyes on Gavril, “… maybe work on Tiberius’s stealthy hunting skills. They suck.”
“Hey, Aunt Jen.” Titus grinned at her, unfazed. “Did you see my new Christmas sweater?”
“I did, and don’t worry, I’m saving up a fund for all the counseling you’re going to need when you grow up,” Jen replied, her eyes back on her list.
Sally was about to say something when Costin poked her in the side. “Leave it,” he whispered firmly.
“Great,”she said through their bond. “NowUncle Gavril is probably going to teach Titus some hunting tips on how to incapacitate his prey. Next thing we know, Titus will try to catchAunt Jen in a snare trap.”
“You’re being a little dramatic.”
“Really? Because our kid told us that Uncle Gavril said he should drug his Aunt Jen because she’d be easier to tie up that way. I don’t think that’s the best advice to give a four-year-old.”Sally tried to keepher body relaxed, even though she wished someone besides Gavril and Rachel had been given childcare duty.
“He’s not a regular four-year-old, Sally-mine. He’s a wolf. Learning to hunt is important. Gavril’s just working with what he’s got,”he pointed out.“Titus hasn’t shifted yet. He can’t exactly take him out to hunt rabbits. Besides, it might do Jen good to get caught in a snare trap.”
“You haven’t known her as long as I have. Believe me, the repercussions wouldn’t be worth it.”
“We’re happy to take the kids,” Rachel said, breaking the glare Sally was shooting her best friend. Rachel walked across the room to Fane and held out her hands, an enormous smile on her face. The older healer’s voice sounded so genuine, and the usually stoic Gavril actually had a small grin on his face as he knelt down to meet Titus, who had scurried over to him. Sally hadn’t even realized he’d left their side because she’d been distracted by her inner tantrum. She sighed, thankful for Rachel and Gavril’s willingness to look after her boy, regardless of any dangerous behavior Titus might be learning.
“Next,” Jen continued. “Costin and Fane.” A grin spread across the blonde’s face that made Sally think of the Joker from one of the Batman movies … disturbing. She felt Costin fidget next to her. “You two—awesome furballs that you are—get to be the sleigh squadron.”
Sleigh squad?Sally frowned. That didn’t sound bad.
“So we’re what, building a sleigh?” Fane asked.
Jen cleared her throat as she nodded and made a mark on her list. “Yep, pretty much.”
“Whoa, ‘pretty much,’ and ‘yes, you’re building a sleigh,’ are not the same thing,” Costin said. It was clear he knew she wasn’t telling them everything.
“Well, you aren’t just going to build it.” Jen sighed. “You’ve got to paint it, decorate it, and make it look all Christmasy.”
Costin glanced at Fane, who was looking back at him. Neither of them appeared convinced that was the entire job.Smart males.
“Decebel, Adam, and Lucian, you’re on the tree squadron. Wadim and Sorin, ODLD squadron.”
“Oh crap, she’s busting out the acronyms.” Jacque groaned.
