It starts with snow. And a whisper through the Weave that feels suspiciously like sleigh bells. By December first, the pack can already tell something's... off. Sam Uley swears he feels static under his skin. Jared keeps tripping over coincidences that smell like cinnamon and fate. Paul can't walk past a Christmas carol without his pulse stuttering. Even Leah Clearwater-resident Grinch, breaker of mistletoes, hater of all things merry-is catching the faintest whiff of peppermint-scented destiny. When the elders start muttering about "a season of binding," the wolves of La Push realize what's happening: the Weave has decided it's time for everyone to find their imprint. All of them. Before Christmas Eve. Cue the absolute, sparkling chaos. NINE IMPRINT STORIES ONE BIG FIC Full Warning: Like all Hallmark Christmas movies, this fic is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff.