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I'll be on all fours howling at the moon while you're eating sweet potatoes with marshmallows and sipping spiked eggnog.

A Werewolf Christmas © C.M. Stunich 2012

Smashwords Edition

A Werewolf New Year's © C.M. Stunich 2016

DeadBorn © C.M. Stunich 2012

The Feed © C.M. Stunich 2012

Crushing Summer © C.M. Stunich 2013

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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ISBN-10: 1938623355 (eBook)

ISBN-13: 978-1-938623-35-6 (eBook)

Cover art and design © Amanda Carroll and Sarian Royal

Optimus Princeps Font © Manfred Klein

Dead Seceratery Font © Andrew Heart

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, businesses, or locales is coincidental and is not intended by the author.

to my readers,

without whom these words would be just letters on a page.

thanks for giving them your magic.

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Dear Reader,

Thank you for picking up your copy of A Werewolf Christmas! You're holding a young adult paranormal romance like no other in your hands. This story originally started off as a stand-alone short and can still be read by itself for a satisfying conclusion, but if you enjoy Syvlia, Josiah, and their families, their story continues in A Werewolf New Year's. If there's anything better than werewolves and Christmas trees, it's werewolves, champagne, and fireworks. ;) After you're done reading, if you have a spare moment, could you leave a review? And then come and visit me on my website at www.cmstunich.com. You can also find me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.

Happy holidays!

Love,

C.M. Stunich

I knew as soon as I opened the box that it was going to be bad.

It's empty, I said, recalling with horrifying clarity my fifteenth birthday. The empty package I'd received then had been a precursor to a long and horrible discussion about puberty and the teenage body. Gross. I should've known that when they told me I could open an early Christmas gift that I was in trouble. I looked up and noticed that my mom was taking off her shirt. What the heck are you doing? I asked as I turned away and tried to focus on the tree and the twinkling red and green lights.

Honey, maybe we shouldn't jump into this so quickly, my father said as he adjusted his glasses and cast a suspicious glance at the mini blinds. They were closed which was strange enough since it was sunny and bright outside, the first beautiful day we'd had in a while. The snow was pure and white, still hours away from defilement. As soon as my brothers woke up, the whole winter wonderland bit was going out the window. They're monsters I tell you, monsters.

Okay, this is seriously giving me the worst case of déjà vu ever. What the heck is going on? I kept my face averted and watched as my mother's blouse came crashing to the floor in a silken pool. This better not be one of those weird, new age experiments where you try to show me that my body's beautiful by flashing yours. Just so you're aware, I think that's freaking nuts.

Listen Sylvia, my mother said as she put her hands on her hips and stared down at me. I glanced up at her and saw that she was still wearing a white camisole. Thank god. Your father and I have something to tell you that you might not like. She paused and the two of them exchanged a worried look that spoke volumes. Whatever they were going to say, I wasn't just going to not like, I was going to hate. Boarding school? No, too cliché. They've finally decided that Trevor and Chase are demons sent from the fiery depths of the earth to torture me? Nope, they're blinded by those cute little faces. Maybe …

You're getting a divorce, I said as I shook my head. That had to be it. What else was there? I knew it. My mother frowned and pulled her brunette curls into a ponytail. Her amber eyes were locked on mine and in them, I saw fear. Not primal, animalistic terror, nothing as creepy as that. I think it was fear of rejection. It was an odd emotion to see on my mother's normally confident face.

No … she said and then frowned. Why would you think that? I ignored her question and threw out another guess. If I distracted them long enough, maybe I could get out of this alive. My grandmother was due over at any minute and much as I disliked spending time with her, I would welcome her visit for the distraction it would bring.

Having a new baby?

No, Sylvia, honey … She looked down at my father and wrinkled her nose.

Sweetheart, he began as I put the empty box down and turned so that my back was to the tree. If they were throwing around terms of endearment like that, it was even worse than I'd first thought. You do know that there's going to be a full moon on Christmas this year?

I shrugged.

I guess. Who cares?

My father swallowed nervously, Adam's apple bobbing up and down his slender throat.

Well, your mother has a special condition …

"We, she corrected as she slid her eyes over to him and then back to me. Have a special condition."

That's right, he said as he sat up straighter and adjusted his khaki suit jacket. He always dressed up for my grandmother whether he wanted to or not. She wouldn't accept things any other way. One time, she'd come to visit and found him shirtless and in a pair of pj pants. Granted, she was six hours early, but that hadn't mattered. She'd turned right around, jumped in a cab and flown all the way back to Florida. Hope that happens again, I thought bitterly. Good riddance. As long as she comes in, causes a scene, and frees me from this mess. Maybe I can sneak out the back door while she's yelling at them? This … condition is something that's passed from woman to woman along your mother's side, and it's … it's …

Chromosomal? I asked, trying to be funny. Nobody laughed. I crossed my legs and leaned forward, waiting for the bomb to drop. They seemed intent on dragging the torture out for as long as possible.

Not exactly, my mother said, no signs of a smile hovering anywhere around her lips. She was dead serious. She paused as a thump sounded from upstairs.

That's just Chase, I said casually. He falls off the bed sometimes. Don't worry, he won't wake up. My brother was special like that. Did I also mention that he slept on the top bunk? He was a heavy sleeper. Neither of my parents commented, very aware of their son's unusual talents.

But it has been passed from mother to daughter in our family since the beginning of time. I snorted, but my mother cast me a glare that nobody else could match. She and I both had these orange-yellow eyes that intensified our stare, made us seem supernatural somehow. It even worked on the bullies at school. People had stopped bothering me after the seventh grade which was good because I didn't like attention, good or bad. I just wanted to blend in, be like everybody else. As long as I had my family and my boyfriend, Josiah, I was happy.

Josiah, I thought with a contented sigh. My mother narrowed her eyes on me which took the look to a whole new level. I straightened up quickly and tried to pay attention.

One day, when they're old enough, I'll have this talk with your brothers. There's a slim chance they could pass it on to their daughters, too, she said and then swallowed. Or possibly their partners.

Huh? I asked, getting this squirmy feeling in the pit of my stomach. The gross factor was really starting to amp up. Is this like an STD or something? Is this syphilis? Do I have congenital syphilis?

Oh goodness no! my mother yelled, hand flying to her chest. Her face was pink tinged now, but not nearly as red as my father's. With his pale skin and brown hair, he looked like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Appropriate, considering the holiday season. How could you even say that? she whispered as she sat down hard on the edge of the couch.

Then what the heck are you talking about? I asked as I slapped my hands on the knees of my blue flannel pants with the snowflakes. I was all about the Christmas season this year. I had underwear with pine trees on them, socks with Frosty the Snowman, and a robe with red and green stripes. I would never let Josiah know that though. When I saw him, I was going to be wearing my white parka with the black faux fur accents, my black ski pants, and my new white boots with the fuzzy pom poms.

Sylvia, my mother began as she untucked her camisole from her skirt. I had thought the stripping was over, but I guess I was wrong. Mom kicked off her heels and continued talking. This condition, it isn't a disease per se.

Per se? I asked as I looked over at my dad. He was glancing at the mini blinds again. What was he expecting to see? We lived on the dullest street in the dullest city in the dullest state. There were no stalkers out there, no peeping toms, no gremlins.

In fact, my father said as he and my mom shared a secret smile, and I stuck my tongue out. "I like to think of it as a special