Tinsel: A Shifter of Consequence Holiday Tale (Shifters of Consequence Book 8) by Mazzy J. March

Author:Mazzy J. March [March, Mazzy J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Decadent Publishing LLC
Published: 2020-12-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“This is like Snow White threw up all over the place,” Gigi said, looking around with her hands on her hips like she hadn’t been one of the main directors of decorators throughout this whole thing. “I mean, where are the dwarves?”

We had gone all-out, though I disagreed with her Snow White reference. It was more like Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella.

“I think it’s stunning. I mean, it’s a stark contrast to your tree decorations inside the alpha house, but this has a charm all its own,” Wendi remarked. She consulted the baby in her stomach and claimed he or she kicked their approval.

The whole damned thing was straight out of a story book in the best way possible. Wendi’s mates had gone into town and gotten a second tree, three times as big as the one in the house, for the clearing where we usually celebrated events in the pack. The monster had to be at least fifteen feet tall, and I was being conservative.

We decorated the tree’s boughs with pine cones and things from nature, mostly. There were fake birds and mice and owls, but for the most part, the pack had had a blast gathering things from the forest. This tree would represent who we were as shifters and our strong connection to nature. In the oaks surrounding the tree, we hung soft white lights and bird houses along with some squirrel feeders. The main Christmas tree in the center had minimal lighting, but, selfishly, I intended to place some solar lights all around the base, so I could see it lit up from my bedroom.

I hoped my mates would be pleased as well as the pack. But as I looked around at everyone who had helped with the decorating, there were a few hands moving to faces to wipe away tears, and I received more than one smile from elders of the pack.

Somehow, I’d restored something in this pack, with a simple Christmas tree.

“What are we missing?” I said, clapping to myself, trying to deny the tears welling in my eyes. There was an inherent joy, deeper and more clinching than any other kind of joy, when it came to doing something to make the one or ones you love happy. I would labor day and night for months for one smile on any of their faces. Because apparently, I was a sap.

“We forgot the star. Are you going to put a star?” Wendi asked me, and everyone’s gaze went to the top of the tree. Now that my attention was drawn to it, the top did look awfully bare and lonely.

“I didn’t buy a star for this one, and my other one is too flashy. Shit. I knew I was going to forget something.”

“Hold on, dear. I think I have just the thing.” Willa, one of the older women who had shown up, ecstatic to help, fled to her cabin. I hoped she had something effective. The last thing I wanted or needed to do was to go back to town.

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