Chapter 6
“On the sixth day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me six packs of Oreos, five satisfied smiles, four hours of hotness, three growling males, two cursing pups, and a furball in a fir tree.
Yes, there was hot chocolate, and it might have been spiked, but there were more than six of them, so it didn’t fit in the verse. I’m trying to make it work, people. Just keep singing and smiling, singing and smiling.” ~Jen
Unfortunately, girls’ night didn’t take place until five nights later. Everyone had been working their butts off, and no one had the energy to do more than mumble and wave as they headed for their suites at the end of the day. Zara also noticed that none of the males seemed inclined to even give their mates a chance to bring up the girls’ night. The men kept suggesting th
