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“Blessed Yule,” we responded.
“I’ve got dinner set up in the library by the fire,” Mr. Potter said, when no one moved.
I moved to escort her, but Lucien beat me to it, holding his arm so she could hold onto him. They walked in front of us, and I was grateful for it. Her hips swayed side to side, mesmerizing me. Glancing at Zev, he was just as entranced with her as I was.
We entered the library, but it was not how we had left it yesterday.
“Mr. Potter!” Katarina squealed, as she launched herself at Mr. Potter. “It looks gorgeous, thank you for putting it up!”
He hugged her back with the biggest smile on his face. My heart warmed at how everyone was changing because of her. Mr. Potter always liked to help or be useful and with Katarina, she satisfied some part of him that had always tried to take care of us.
A rush of love filled me, it was so much so, that I didn’t know if it was because of Katarina, Lucien, or all of us being together.
Katarina walked around the room with several trees up that looked like they had snow on them. The wreaths were all up with more garland decorating different surfaces in the library and around the windows. It looked like a winter wonderland had exploded here. Even though our pack never did anything this festive, it was nice to see Katarina enjoying it.
“I didn’t think our home could look like this. It seems each holiday, she brings more warmth into our lives that I didn’t know we were missing.” Zev walked away after his confession.
I knew exactly what he meant. Katarina had changed everything in less than a year. I hoped that included freeing us and letting us live our lives after we broke free. Looking around, I felt like we should be researching instead of wasting our time on this, but I knew we needed this. We had plenty of time to break the spell, right?
“Come on Aeon, we have to light our Yule log.” Katarina beamed at me by the fireplace.
I walked over to them seeing her put the log into place. She handed Zev the candle to light it, looking at him expectantly. We didn’t light a Yule log, we usually had a big bonfire.
Zev stared at her, then at the rest of us. He usually took the lead on this but tonight he looked unsure.
“Goddess moon, guide us in your light tonight as we shift into longer days. Guide us to embrace the sun that leads up into spring. Bless us tonight as we celebrate our longest night and show us our way to peace. Blessed be.”
“Blessed be,” we all responded.
He sounded nervous as he said the prayer, making me more curious as to what was going on with him. He gave the candle to Katarina giving her the honor of burning the Yule log when she surprised us and used her hand to light it on fire. She extinguished the flame, relighting like she was showing off to Zev.
Pride bloomed in my chest that she had been getting better with her fire. It made me wonder if she was going to inherit my magic as well. My stomach soured at the idea, hoping that maybe she only got Lucien’s powers, and not mine.
“Damn, Kit Kat.” Lucien beamed at her. “You just keep getting better.”
She glowed with pride and excitement. “I don’t fight it like you said, my magic is here for me to control, not the other way around.”
She summoned a ball of fire in her hand making it bounce up and down.
Zev stared at her in awe. I don’t think he ever thought she would be able to do it on her own.
“Ok, I’m done showing off,” she said, as another blush stained her cheeks.
“Come on let’s eat,” I said, grabbing her hand, leading her to the table.
The meal was amazing with a roast, fancy potatoes, green beans, rolls, and dessert. It was a peaceful dinner as Katarina talked about the disaster that had happened on Yule a few years ago. One of her sisters tried to cook dinner but ended up almost burning the house down.
As I watched her laugh making her eyes light up, I had the sudden urge to play the piano for her. It had been decades since I played but seeing her carefree, and getting to know her more after we mated, made me want to offer a piece of myself that not many people knew about.
A rush of emotions clogged my throat as I thought about my mate. How she was my a piece of music that called to me and how each facet of her was a part of a serenade that all came together to make the most harmonious piece of music. A melody that spoke to my soul, that played for only me because Katarina was music that I would never tire of hearing.
After she finished her story, Katarina got up to serve us a lemon cranberry pie. She cut four pieces of pie, putting them on a plate before she walked to each of us. I don’t think she realized what she was doing, serving us food was meaningful. Zev looked down at the pie like it was poisoned.
Once she served us, she murmured she would be right back.
“Why does she look suspicious?” Lucien asked, while putting a piece of pie in his mouth, looking out the door she had just left.
“Does she know what it means to serve us food?” Zev looked down at his pie.
