the smuggler’s bible

Byron

Byron sits down and pushes through the holiday angst to get all of his presents wrapped. Which is tough when all that angst is, at least partially, wolf induced. He can hear the big one growling a little bit, so he peeks through the curtain—and yep, there it is, sitting and slavering by the door.

He looks back to the couch, where his other major problem is waiting.

A pile of presents still on deck, and only half a roll of wrapping paper left. Byron doesn’t know for sure, but he figures a man only gets one Christmas miracle.