Chapter 9
“On the ninth day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me nine werewolves prancing, eight laughing females, seven perfect kisses, six packs of Oreos, five satisfied smiles, four hours of hotness, three growling males, two cursing pups, and a furball in a fir tree.
It should be noted that they weren’t really prancing. They might have actually been forced to stay in place by a certain amazing high fae. Abuse of power? Definitely. But the result? Priceless.” ~Peri
“You want me to fix that?” Peri pointed at the disaster that was anything but a sleigh.
Jen nodded. “I want to take pictures with the kids before the party so we can have them on display.”
“What pictures?” Peri folded her arms in front of her as she tilted her head, intrigued by what Jen had up her sleeve because it could
