~Snow~
It was Christmas Eve—three days since Bianca and Jackson had tried to kill me. Three days in a mansion owned by an Alpha King who kept promising to tell me a secret but never did.
Frost patterns had already formed on the window. The blizzard had finally stopped, but I wasn’t letting my hopes get too high. Mountain weather was unpredictable.
I looked down at my bandaged arm. Yuri had helped me change it the night before. It didn't hurt anymore. Another day or two and I wouldn’t need it at all.
A soft knock sounded on the door.
“Come in,” I called.
Yuri pushed the door open, carrying a garment bag. Her face was bright with that effortless cheerfulness I was starting to expect each morning.
“Good morning, Miss Snow. Happy Christmas Eve!”
“Morning.” I pushed the covers back. “Is
