MURTAGH’S POV
The Christmas Eve’s lunch with the rest of the pack had been, as always, a galactic success, as well as the funniest event of the year (even more than April Fool's Day). I had lost track of how many people got drunk or just started doing very stupid and very funny things just because they liked to do so; we had all gone wild with laughter.
Everyone had enjoyed themselves, and like every year the party had lasted all afternoon; all the puppies in the pack ran around the garden, and Kate was no exception. Since she had clearly been elected as the official babysitter of the pack, she had been kidnapped by the children to play with them.
"Mulled wine?" an Omega smiled at me, handing me a paper cup filled with my favorite Christmas drink.
"Thanks, Sheila" I murmured taking
