It reminded Samara of what the White House would probably look like at Christmastime. Samara didn’t realize that werewolves even celebrated Christmas, let alone got this into it. Most of the human families she knew didn’t even start decorating their houses for Christmas until at least after Thanksgiving. October seemed a little bit early. The front door to the Jackson’s house swung open before Luke even had a chance to knock. “Why, hello, Lucas!” “Hi, Mrs. Jackson,” Luke said cheerfully before stepping into the door way. When Samara stepped inside, Mrs. Jackson, a tall woman with long, blonde curly hair, stared her down head to toe. “My, my, my . . . you’re just as pretty as Colby described. You wouldn’t believe how excited I am to meet you!” Samara felt her cheeks reddening. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Jackson.” “Please call me Linda!”
