The Druids and Mages had finally left. That was the last of the re-enforcements to leave. All that was left were the members of the Black River Pack. Even the smaller packs had left for their homes.
Now they were scrambling to put everything back where it had been. Find ways to fill the gaps of the dead respectfully and get back to the everyday. But of course, it wasn’t so easy. Time had crept up on everyone and
Aricka and the Hell Hounds quickly shifted forms. One of the many reasons shifters preferred to run on private land was, yes, less chance of being shot. But another one was the weird shit that shifters did because they had to think ahead of time, like clothing. Especially in winter, in case they have to shift to their human form. Oh, some didn’t care too much for a short time, but they are usually younger, drunk or both. They carried small bags either in their mouths or around their necks. Aricka hadn&rs
It was almost dinnertime, and Hilda had told Juliette that everyone was expected in the Dining Hall. There were going to be announcements about the Yule Traditional Celebrations and how they would be managed this year. Because of the war and the extra people arriving to celebrate. The traditional preparations would have to be altered, as there just wasn’t time to get it all done. Juliette had been quickly corrected about using the term Christmas, as that wasn’t what the pack celebrated.
Everyone had gathered within the Dining Room. It was full, warm and loud with a cheerful buzz of friends and family. Jeff and Jules now sat to the left of Gregory and Aricka. Gregory’s parents were on Aricka’s right. The pups were circling their own table, with Evan playing host and imitating Gregory’s actions. Music played for a bit before people settled down enough for the festivities would start. Jules didn’t know what those were in precise detail. So she watched those around her for some hint or detail to help her understand what was coming.&
Evan was now settled in his bed for the night, and it was way past his regular bedtime. They were celebrating their victories, prosperity and charity. Mates were the highest sign of prosperity and hope. A light into the future of the pack’s fortunes looking bright. A sister pack was a sign of the present fortunes and future ones. The pack recognized the efforts of their leadership and their own work as a group and family. They had mourned and overcome the loss incurred by the war. Others had stepped forwards to take the place of those lost, but hone
Evan Wolversen ran through the Packhouse of the Black River Pack. Life was settling down after all the fighting and, of course, his birthday. Now there was a lot of excitement buzzing about as everyone started getting ready for Yule’s first day. He’d been learning all about Yuletide; it’s crazy long celebrations. Who would have thought of Christmas celebrated from December twenty-first to the New Year? It was one party that lasted the whole time. His pup grouping was getting together to finish making yule presents for everyone. It seemed to like a lot of work. But everyone got a present every day of Yule. Little things like cards, ornaments, food, and toys.He would see his great grandparents soon when they came to feast with them—an actual feast. The kitchens already smelt of roast turkey and pork. Sweet smells of fruits and nuts. Hilda had been baking for weeks for the whole of
The buzz of excitement was a physical thing that anyone could taste when they entered the Black River Packhouse. People twenty-first, the first day of Yule. People were arriving any minute, and decorating had started. Finishing touches were being put on last-minute foods for the feast. Others were hauling in decorations from deliveries or from the land itself. A tree sat in the Ballroom with boxes of decorations from years past nearby. A table sat beside it with new ornaments the pups of the pack had made earlier in the month. Once the tree’s decorated, beneath the tree would go the Yule presents for tonight. There was a contingent of Druids coming tonight, and they were the holy people of the Supernatural world. Druids worked with the magic found within the natural world. These people were Aricka’s family, most of which
Everyone seemed to have fun as people flitted in and out of the Ballroom, hanging ornaments on the tree, listening to seasonal music, and enjoying a cup of something warm. The wall of windowed doors displayed a surprise snowfall, to everyone’s delight. Though Frederick wasn’t sure why, but Gregory kept looking outside or at his cellphone with a concerned look on his face. Gregory kept his focus and really took on entertaining the pups and other young around the tree. Aricka was never far away, but Frederick noticed Aricka avoided the mulled cider. Gregory would not allow her to pick up a pup to help them get an ornament on the tree up high. It led Frederick to speculate why would the Alpha of the Black River Pack so overly protective of his mate. Who came that was late?&n
Richard had settled into a seat with his left leg outstretched painfully before him. It was getting better, but by the end of the day, it still ached. He’d kept his head down after his apology, hoping and wanting people to forget his embarrassing apology. Next, he knew a hand was lifting his leg, and a small footstool slid under it. He looked up and realized his mother had done this. So he gave her an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Mom.” Aricka’s relatives were pretending not to watch what was happening, but they were failing miserably. “Well, I guess this is the last night we’ll be calling you Richard. In the morning, it’s going to be Maximillion Wolversen.” Gregory was joking when he informed everyone in the room. 
The morning started early, with grey skies and a hell of a lot of noise. Last-minute boxes of food and supplies were being transferred to trucks to compensate for the sudden doubling of Max’s pack size. His mother had stopped him and informed him she had taken the young pups’ names. In the New Year, she would add them to the NARC registry of his pack. So it was official. He had a pack, and it was happening at least on paper. A quick text message to Jenna, and he was rounding up every damn person coming with him. They weren’t all outside after breakfast because one of the younger ones was hiding somewhere and it was like an Easter Egg hunt for her. If he thought life would
When Max finally got back to the major crowd, and that’s what it had become as curious pack members came in to offer their help. While getting the scoop on what happened at the front gate.He was no longer used to this many people, and it was wearing on him, with the pain dull throbbing in time to his slowly fraying nerves.Max couldn’t leave these pups, but he was also itching to speak to each one of them. Just so, he knew how to integrate them into his pack. He’d have to do that when he got home from here and then keep a very close eye on everyone.What he found was a memory of the past ringing with a lilting voice of his mother as she read a new poem, she had found but fit so well into their lives. It was as if they had made it for this moment.Max had missed most of the opening refrains of the poem. But it was as if it spoke to him, and his mother claimed the ti
Aricka had received several texts from Allan and Jeff. The rogues were actually young adults lost in the war’s chaos. There were two injured and nearly thirty of them. The pups, as Edith firmly insisted on calling them, needed space to get clean. They were hungry and came with the clothes on their backs. Many were female, and they didn’t have any form of real leadership. They were there looking for guidance and a chance at survival without going rogue. Even their Druid family members chipped in to help. The sadness was physical when their story’s relayed to all. It was a physical example that hit the council members present in the face. This minor war had lasting effects throughout the Supernatural World. Others were not in the war but were suffering the lasting effects of loss because of the Lich’s victims’ deaths and those who had died in battle.&
It’s Yuletide, and they strictly enforced the rule of hospitality during this season. In Northern Ontario, it’s the only humane thing to do. It’s not truly the rule of law. But a moral tradition. They will give anyone who comes to your door space to sleep and a meal for the night. Until it’s safe for them to travel on. It doesn’t have to be fancy or even a bed: just a warm, dry place and simple food to eat. In a land where one could freeze to death within fifteen minutes of going outside, it’s needed even if they’re dressed for the season. It was a tradition from the old country. Now Gregory had to find this car off in a ditch and then deal with twenty-five to thirty more people to house and feed. Richard/Max… He had to get his name straight in his head before talking to these people.
Gregory had to divide and conquer. The pups and such needed people looking out for them, with everyone doing different things. So he sent some volunteers to look over them. His brother was one of those volunteers. He had to get more wood and things for the decorations to be freshened up with. The ladies inside would handle that, and he would leave his mate with the work inside of entertaining and guiding those efforts. Let Allan take the lead on the first shift of snow clearing, and when he and his crew came in, all snowy dragging equally snowy pups in. Gregory knew precisely what happened. The pups appeared bored, and they had started a snowball fight with the adults.Frederick looked like he’d fallen or tossed in the snow and thoroughly co
As he thought of his pup grouping, Evan and the pack were having fun running through the wooded area and playing in the snow. It was great being able to get outside and just have fun. He found it thrilling, and he’d thought it might be his wolf side affecting his actions. But it wasn’t like it talked to him. It was just part of him. Like someone was Italian or Japanese. He didn’t care. He was in a happy place now. The adults were bickering until the snow stopped falling, and a lot of them got busy clearing the roadway. It had taken longer than expected when the younger people had decided that they were going to ambush them with snowballs. One of his druid cousins had made the trees shiver and drop their snow on his Great-Grandfather, who’s not impressed and sent a few snowballs flying of his own in retaliation.&nb
Once, people surfaced for a late breakfast. They sent the pups and other juveniles out to play in the snow with a few adults watching them. Even Richard took a turn watching them from the back porch. Just so that someone with fully working limbs could haul snow from the garage down to the entrance gates. This was no small feat without a snowplough of some sort. Someone had at least been smart enough to park the visitor’s vehicles inside the garage to avoid the need to remove ice and snow from them. But with over five hundred metres of the driveway from the garage down to the main entrance, it would be a long time until it fully cleared, and they could sand it. Because of wolves running about, sand was a far safer product for their paws. Salt would burn the plants and leave burns on paws. Also, salt often made things worse in t
Aricka woke up on the third day of the season, and all she could think about was that there were only ten days left. If she thought it was slow going, going to war. It was a whole new form of torture when there were clashing personalities.Edith and Moreen got along like a house on fire. Both sat and talked about whatever came to mind. There didn’t seem to be a topic that was off the table for them.Frederick and Allan, however, had started out the first night or so, not getting along well. Until they found out what happens when mulled, they added in spiced cider, and the two were off to the races on who come object more often than the other about anything and everything. Who knew that two older gentlemen could brawl like boys in their twenties? They’d lost two lamps and a chair in that incident.Then Allan hid in his apartment with Edith. Aricka was sure that Edith was there to
After two great days of snow and fun, Evan jumped from his bed to be greeted by more snow coming down. There was so much he couldn’t see the trees that were not so far from his window. With a sigh, he figured everyone stuck inside would soon enough to turn on each other.Video games, music, and lots of food. What more could anyone ask for? There’d be presents again too. Everyone got one present every day for a whole twelve days. It was so much fun to see everyone’s faces when they opened their gifts. No one knew who had actually bought any of the gifts. Some adults even played a guessing game about who bought various gifts. It was kind of funny to watch.Running down the stairs, he realized some of the other kids were up, and they all gathered in the Entertainment Room. It had quickly become their unofficial hang out. The adults figured they were safe there, and Aria had been cool about what games they could play too. Some snacks were still out, and E