Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 867 The Christmas Before the Storm

While Lucas was preparing to head to Navoris, Avery Band returned to the country.

Tessa brought Ysabel along to meet him at the airport and invited him out to dinner. She even wrote powerful, evocative lyrics for his new song.

Of course, she hadn’t forgotten Landon’s Christmas gift.

After dinner with Avery Band, Tessa handed Landon a beautifully wrapped gift box.

When he lifted the lid, inside was a handcrafted celestial scroll of the Wolf Clans–drawn in moonstone powder outlining the starry skies over Nightshade Pack territory. Every star was marked with coordinates of battlefields where he had once fought, and the edges of the scroll were embroidered with the totem of the Shadow Wolves.

“Merry Christmas in advance,” she said softly, her ears turning red.

It was her first time making a gift by hand.

Landon’s pupils quivered slightly as his fingers traced the embroidery still warm from her touch. This was the Moon Deity constellation map, meticulously drawn after she’d stayed up late poring through ancient werewolf texts. Every thread carried a trace of her scent.

His throat tightened. Suddenly, he pulled her into his arms, surrounding her with his pinewood pheromones like a tidal wave.

“Idiot,” he murmured, voice hoarse, kissing her lips again and again. “I already told you–you’re the most precious gift.”

He held her tighter, heart full of warmth and aching tenderness. “Don’t overwork yourself like this next time.”

to me. I

girl… I’m not good to you

want to show

already on hers, turning all her

didn’t have to head back to the Sinclair home, Landon

at the girl melting in his arms. “Your birthday’s right after New Year’s.. Let me host your

“Okay.” Tessa nodded.

her eighteenth birthday, her wolf would be able to

she saw that day just

their promise made, Landon finally drove her

moment she walked into the Sinclair house, Samuel’s

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need

You can’t just start a sentence like

missing–did you

woven from his shed wolf fur, with strands of her own hair threaded into the yarn. The twin–bond totem shimmered faintly at each

man

has nothing to do with you? According to intel from the werewolf black market, he came back

her, her peaceful days would be

“Fuck. That guy is insane. After all this time, and

psycho–and he was just