Free Web NovelChapter 126: Chapter 126
"I want to show you something."
Christian led me to a clear area near our favorite garden spot. The one where we’d had our first real conversation about pack stuff.
"Stay here. No peeking."
"Why are you being mysterious?"
"Just trust me."
I sat on a nearby bench, wrapped in Christian’s jacket that smelled like him—pine and something uniquely Christian. I watched him work with intense concentration, building something from snow.
"Can I look yet?"
"Patience."
"Not my strong suit."
"I’ve noticed."
Forty minutes later, Christian stepped back. "Okay. Come see."
I approached slowly, and my breath caught.
A wolf. A perfect snow sculpture of a wolf mid-howl, every detail carefully crafted—pointed ears, textured fur, powerful stance.
"Christian, this is—" I circled it, taking in the craftsmanship. "How did you even—" freewёbnoνel.com
"Used to make them as a kid. Before I became Alpha and forgot how to have fun."
I looked closer at the features and realized—this was Christian’s wolf form. He’d sculpted himself in snow as a gift to me.
Tears welled up because apparently I couldn’t go five minutes without getting emotional.
"Do you like it?" Christian asked, suddenly uncertain.
I threw my arms around his neck. "I love it. I love you. This is perfect."
He relaxed, holding me close. "Good. Because my hands are freezing, and if you’d hated it, I would’ve cried."
"Big bad Alpha afraid of his Luna’s opinion?"
"Terrified," he admitted against my hair.
I spent the next twenty minutes making snow angels while Christian watched with this expression that made my stomach flutter.
"What?" I asked, lying in the snow and looking up at him.
"Nothing."
"You’re staring."
"I’m admiring."
"Creepy."
"Can’t help it. You’re—" He gestured vaguely at me lying in the snow. "You’re so happy. I love seeing you like this."
I sat up, snow falling from my hair. "Come make a snow angel with me."
"I’m not making a snow angel."
"Christian. Please."
"No."
"I’ll tell Diana you said her new haircut made her look like a poodle."
"I never said that!"
"She doesn’t know that."
Christian groaned but lay down in the snow beside me. We moved our arms and legs in sync, creating matching angles.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered.
"This is fun. There’s a difference."
"Pretty sure my warriors think I’ve lost my mind."
"Your warriors think you’re finally acting like a person instead of a robot."
We stood to admire our snow angels—his significantly larger than mine.
"We make a good team," I said.
"Even in snow?"
"Especially in snow."
Diana ambushed us at lunch, took one look at our soaked clothes, and went full mom mode.
"Change before you catch pneumonia. Both of you. Now."
"We’re fine," I protested.
"You’re dripping on my clean floors. Go."
Elder Margaret appeared with steaming bowls of venison stew and fresh bread. I sat pressed against Christian’s side, absorbing his supernatural warmth while we ate.
The dining hall buzzed with energy—pack members filtering in with rosy cheeks and snow-dampened clothes, everyone talking and laughing.
"Best morning we’ve had in months," Marcus said, dropping into a chair across from us.
"Who knew our Alpha had a playful side?" Connor added, smirking.
Christian pointed his spoon at them. "One word about the snow angels and you’re both on night patrol for a month."
"Snow angels?" Elder Thomas asked, walking past.
"Nothing!" Christian said quickly.
I hid my grin in my stew bowl.
After changing into dry clothes with actual winter gear, Christian suggested a forest walk. Like I was going to say no to more snow time.
We set off hand-in-hand through the transformed landscape. The forest was magical—every branch frosted white, icicles catching sunlight, and snow muffling sound into peaceful silence.
"Look." Christian pointed to tracks in the snow. "Deer."
He taught me to identify different prints—deer, rabbit, and fox. We found a spot where a fox had pounced on something under the snow, the impact pattern visible.
"Nature is so cool," I said. frёeωebɳovel.com
"You’re such a city girl."
"Recovering city girl, thank you."
We walked for hours, stopping whenever I found something particularly beautiful—frost patterns on leaves, icicles like glass sculptures, the way sunlight made snow sparkle.
Christian never rushed me. Just held my hand and pointed out things I might’ve missed.
As sunset approached, the temperature dropped further. I shivered despite my coat.
"Come here." Christian pulled me close, sharing his warmth.
"How are you not freezing?"
"Werewolf perks."
The full moon rose early, casting silver light across the snow. Everything glowed ethereal blue-white, like walking through a dream.
"This is unreal," I whispered.
Christian guided us to a small clearing where moonlight illuminated untouched snow.
"Want to see something really cool?"
"Always."
Christian started stripping off his clothes.
"Uh, Christian? It’s like twenty degrees."
"Trust me."
