The first scent my nose caught in the morning wasn’t my mate’s citrusy-sweet fragrance. Still, it warmed my heart all the same. It was a mix of spices I knew too well - cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg. I could already picture the happy faces of the gingerbread men, and it made me smile.
“Damn, wolves really have a good smelling sense, huh?” The angelic voice was even sweeter than the treat.
When I finally opened my eyes, shifting in the mattress to turn in the direction of the sound, I was greeted by the platinum-haired man. He was standing by the edge of the bed, dressed in a red v-neck t-shirt, and holding a tray of freshly baked wolf-shaped gingerbread cookies. What else could a girl wish for?
“Merry Christmas, ma louve!” Fintan smiled brightly at me, holding out one of the treats. “I w
