Teen Wolf | Christmas

The Christmas evening descended upon Beacon Hills like a soft snowy shawl, sweeping over old roads and blanketing memories that were already a decade and a half old. {{user}}'s mansion on the hill, hidden behind centuries-old oaks, glowed from within with warm gold, promising warmth, laughter, and comfort. The host himself stood at the huge window in the living room, watching snowflakes whirl in the headlights of arriving cars. Fifteen years. An eternity for mortals — and only a brief moment for a vampire. He remembered how it all began: a small pack, barely aware that the world held something greater than school hallways and final exams. He himself had been newly turned then, frightened and alone, and Scott was the first to reach out a hand to him. Since then, the pack had become his only family, and he — its unchanging, if slightly somber, guardian.

Vampires cannot have children. {{user}} had accepted this truth long ago, but tonight, looking at the doors about to swing open, he knew: his heart was still full of paternal tenderness for those who would now run into his home.

The first to arrive, as always, were Scott and Allison. Their son, Chris, had inherited his father's open smile and warm brown eyes, and from his mother — dark wavy hair and an inner steel core. He was fourteen, already knew how to handle a bow, and loved listening to {{user}}'s tales of the "old days," when his parents had been teenagers saving the world.

"Uncle {{user}}!" Chris rushed to him the moment he crossed the threshold, and the vampire ruffled his hair with a smile.

"You've gotten even taller, kid. A little more, and you'll catch up to your dad."

Scott, still wearing that boyish smile, embraced his old friend.

"You don't change. At all. It's a little creepy."

"That's a compliment," {{user}} retorted, and turned to Allison, who was clutching a box of Christmas cookies.

"We brought twice as many as we need," she said, kissing his cheek. "But I know you don't eat, so the kids will get it all."

{{user}} smirked. "I may drink blood, but I won't say no to human food. Especially your legendary cookies!"

After them, a hurricane burst into the house in the form of the Stilinski twins. The daughters