ARIA
THAT SAME DAY
The eve of Christmas wasn't anything that I imagined. I thought it would be quiet, with people indoors, wrapping up gifts to be placed under the Christmas tree while waiting eagerly to open them.
But the green Moss pack house was as chaotic as ever. Leaning over the small window, I smiled, watching the small children and adults hurl snowballs towards one another; some were busy building snowmen, while others were creating snow angels. The pack house felt alive, unlike the gloomy Black Moon pack.
A sharp knock sounded on the door, getting my attention.
"It's opened!" I said, not turning to it.
I guessed it was Imogen. She told me to come by the hospital as they'd be wrapping gifts to hand over to patients.
