The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121-1

My father has his carpentry workshop in the back, and on the ground floor, in the front, the store. My mother runs the store and he handles the furniture manufacturing, with his two employees.

That had always been our house; I grew up there and the attic bedroom was always mine.

I liked knowing that my mother still had my room ready in case of emergencies, and it was comforting sleep in that bed again after two years of not doing so.

I felt like a fifteen–year–old girl again among my things.

“Someday you’re going to have to throw all this out, Mom,” I told her one morning jokingly while we wer

making the bed together. “It’s not like keeping it is going to give it any value – they’re just meaningless

dolls.”

“…Or I can put it all in a box and you can take it with you to Wyoming, if you want,” she said with a smile.

“I don’t know, Mom. They’ll end up in the basement. There’s nowhere to put them.”

My mother lovingly smoothed the Hello Kitty comforter (one I adored as a child) and looked at me.

“Now that you’re here, will you go to the gynecologist?” she asked, directly and without anesthesia.

At first I didn’t want to answer, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to shake her off later…

“No, Mom,” I finally said, even though I knew another scolding about the subject was coming; every time we saw each other it was the same story, and although I was a little tired of arguing about it, it was very

true that she was right to insist. “I want to spend the Christmas holidays peacefully.”

“Han, you promised. Daughter, it’s already been two years since the accident, and you still don’t know if-‘

We looked at each other for a moment, and then I had the last word:

“It doesn’t matter, Mom Really I can have those tests done whenever I want”

And that was true

But what I didn’t want was to know the results, for fear of what they might reveal

Maybe the cold tone in which I gave my sharp refusal helped Mom not to keep insisting but was sure the topic would come up again My father would also want to say something about it and like a fool hadn’t realized how wothed they were about me

Ithed to put a surile back on my lips and it was much caster when I thought about Alexander having

promised to get in touch with me again

it was strange how could go from joy to sadness in austant

Defuntely something was very unbulan nd in my uk

Something woul

missing inute than with

Alexander called me two more times before Christmas.

On one of those occasions, I was finally able to speak with André and say a few words to Sasha, just for the grace of hearing her laugh and the babbling she answered me with.

It was incredible that she was already five months old and had begun to express herself, but it shouldn’t

have surprised me so much if I considered that she had her father’s “special” blood, and that she was a kind of “prodigy girl” even among her own kind.

Alexander always said goodbye promising he would call again when he could.

And that calmed me so much, so much…

Only a few hours before Christmas Eve, and with an epic snowfall over the city, I sat cross–legged in the Hindu style on my bed and answered the phone.

I used the device on the bedspread with the speaker function activated so I could take care of my things at the same time.

I had just finished taking a hot bath, so while I was drying my hair, I listened to him attentively.

“…And André has started talking now,” Alexander commented with pride. “He and my mother get along very well. He treats my father well too, with a lot of respect. I think he’s a little afraid of him, but André is very proud of not showing fear to anyone.” He laughed at the idea, and I agreed with a small laugh as well “Most of the time they talk about airplanes. My mother told me that since the helicopter trip and the jet ride with my brother, he talks about nothing else. Those were his first flights, so that’s why André is so excited.”

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Chapter 121-2

I smiled happily as I untangled my wet hair with my fingers. I paused for a moment to caress the pearly smooth curve of the panther’s claw on the necklace hanging from my neck. Anything related to the children moved me; it made me feel much better to notice that Alexander was already speaking witho getting tired and that his English had improved. I figured the important wound on his cheek had healed enough.

“Really?” he asked, pleased.

“Yes, yes. My father got him some technical books about airplanes and promised to take him to see th aircraft of the Logistics Division. I can’t explain how excited he was about that. He even told me his grandfather will let him sit for a while in the cockpit of an Antonov, all thrilled.”

“What is an Antonov?”

“One of the largest cargo airplanes in the world.”

It didn’t seem like a good moment to ask him how his own relationship with Illya was going, but judging the good humor with which he spoke about him, I could get an idea that it wasn’t so bad either. That ma me have more hope about my own situation and convinced me that if I had not yet been the object of al reprisal on the part of the werewolves, then I had nothing to worry about. Maybe Alexander had already fixed that. Maybe he had also already fixed the differences with his father, or was in the middle of doing so it seemed to me a very noble gesture worthy of a grandfather that Illya Valinchenko showed interest his grandchildren, despite everything that had happened in his family in the last ten years. I think at some point, in those moments when I started thinking about things that did not concern me, I was afraid that Illya would reject the children because their mother had been an ordinary woman…

But I didn’t know enough to judge, so I preferred to focus on the obvious:

“Ah, I understand now,” I agreed with a smile, while I wrapped the woven cord of the necklace Luke had made me around my finger. “But well! Apparently your son has already chosen a career, don’t you think?”

He thought about it for a second, swollen with the glory of a father

“Hum André Valery Alexanderevich Valinchenko Pilot Or maybe aeronautical engineer it doesn’t sound

Led

“Not bad at all in fact

We laughed again and my cheeks warmed a little when I realized how much those moments resembled the ones fused to spend talking with Paul on the phone when he was traveling just like with Alexander, with Paul we talked about everything and nothing with the slight difference that eventually my husband and I drifted to talking about us from warm my heeks went to burning, so clearest my throat and decided to change the subject

“And Sasha Istit she awake yet? Lasked hum

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Alexander and his children had already been in Moscow for a few days, in one of his family’s houses. There it was seven thirty in the morning, of the next day.

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