Chapter 2
“On the second day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me two cursing pups and a furball in a fir tree.”
Go on and admit you just sang that out loud.” ~Jen
“First up…” Jen held up a finger to the group.
Sally kept shoving toast in her mouth to make sure she couldn’t smile or laugh. The healer was pretty sure Jen would throw her pen, or something heavier, if she did. Sally wasn’t interested in losing an eye for Christmas.
“Gavril and Rachel.” Jen scanned the room and found the couple leaning against the counter on the farthest side of the kitchen. Closest to the nearest escape route, Sally noted. Smart. “You two are the rugrat squad. For the next four weeks, all children below the age of six are under your command. Keep ’em from climbing in the trees, eating the fake holly berri
