Chapter 42. A Snowy Meeting

Ainsley

Before either Iris or I know it, Christmas soon approaches.

I’ve never actually celebrated human holidays before, our traditions within the shifter world being more attuned to the moon goddess and the rituals we perform in order to honor her throughout the year instead of ones where we gather to pass around presents and eat food.

Our rituals are purely meant to show our devotion to our goddess, the one who created our species and gave us the ability to walk between worlds.

However, seeing the excitement in Iris’s eyes while she pulls up something called a “yule log” on her laptop and sets it up with some holiday music playing in the background, I can’t help but want to fall into the festive spirit, too.

I never got to be surrounded by family while the snow fell, and we drank hot cocoa to keep warm or cuddling by the fire while we exchanged gifts. My grandmother was usually the one I spent the most time with during the cold winter nights