Magnus.
The entire packhouse was buzzing with guests moving in and out, carrying flasks of food and baskets filled with fruits and vegetables.
In return, I noticed some of the pack members bringing gifts to the packhouse. It truly felt like Christmas, especially with the beautifully dressed children running around, playing, and laughing.
Ariel had truly outdone herself in making this a Christmas to remember. As I stepped out of my room, my first instinct was to check on her, but before I could, Francis intercepted me.
"Merry Christmas, Alpha," he greeted with a smile.
The lightness in his tone and the ease in his expression told me he was in a much better place with Clarissa. It felt good knowing he was no longer moody.
"Merry Christmas, Francis," I replied. "I take it you had a goo
