Kraved by Krampus (Yule Be Mine Monster)

1. Waiting

Chapter one

Waiting

I watch through the cabin’s frosted windows as headlights cut through the falling snow, illuminating the winding mountain path. The old Victorian hunting lodge creaks and settles around me, adjusting to my presence as I make my preparations.

“Just a bit more.” My breath clouds in the cold air as I trace protective runes along the doorframe. Ancient symbols flare briefly before fading into the dark wood grain.

The kettle in the kitchen whistles—perfect timing. I’ve prepared her favorite blend, though she doesn’t know it yet. Cinnamon and cardamom steam rises from the spout, carrying memories of holidays past.

Her car struggles on the last steep incline, tires spinning against fresh powder. The cabin responds to my mood, shadows deepening in corners as concern floods through me. But she manages to right herself, determination evident in how she navigates the treacherous path.

I adjust the fire in the great stone hearth with a wave of my hand, flames shifting from their natural orange to a deeper crimson. The leather armchair nearest the warmth enlarges slightly, knowing its future occupant will need the comfort.

My rings catch the firelight as I straighten manuscript pages on the writing desk—carefully disordered to appear untouched. The window seat pillows fluff themselves, and books on nearby shelves subtly rearrange, placing her preferred titles within easy reach.

The car’s engine cuts off. Through the swirling snow, I see her silhouette emerge, head tilted back to take in the cabin’s imposing facade. She hugs herself against the cold, boots crunching in virgin snow.

The grandfather clock in the hall chimes midnight, though it’s barely past sunset. Daylight moves differently here, especially near the winter solstice. I fade into the shadows, letting them wrap around me like a familiar cloak. She must discover some things on her own.

Her footsteps approach the front door. The cabin holds its breath with me, waiting.