Lindsey POV
"Would you like a drink" shouted Mathew, cupping his hands around his mouth in a desperate attempt to get me to overhear him over the loud music that was thumping in the background. I laughed and nodded, dancing to the beat, sweat pouring off of me, my eyes dancing over the decorations in the pack house. This too had been decorated to look like a winter wonderland and Luna Chelsea had gone all out with white, blue, and silver decorations everywhere. She hadn't just decorated the living room areas but the entire downstairs, the upstairs, and even outside where the refreshment tables had been set up along with tables for sitting. Mathew came back with a large soda and I began to sip it making a bit of a face. It tasted slightly bitter but then perhaps it was me I thought bemused
