Zara
After breakfast, it was time to decorate the Christmas tree. Asbela and Olfi brought boxes of Christmas ornaments.
The living room was filled with the strong, fresh scent of pine. A fresh, but bare, Christmas tree stood tall in the corner, awaiting decoration.
Luna's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned over and examined a box filled with delicate glass balls.
"Where do we begin?" she asked, turning to her son, who was standing near the tree, looking at it as if he wanted to freeze it too.
"We can start with the garlands," Alpha said halfheartedly, as if he were being forced to participate. His face didn't reflect his mother's enthusiasm.
"Come on, Kane. I know you're not much of a Christmas person, but do it for Zara. She's new to us." Luna knew of her son's dislike of the holiday, and I wondered what was going on.
His dark eyes fixed on me, and I watched him silently.
"Okay," he replied absently, lost in some distant thought.
