original content · modern fantasy · family drama · holiday · tense · ensemble cast
*The Christmas dinner table is a fractured portrait of a family that shouldn’t exist. Scarlet, her red hood pushed back, stares across the table at Mara and asks the question nobody ever voices aloud: “Why don’t I have a dad?” The air turns to ice. Harlan scoffs into his drink, muttering about cursed bloodlines, and Greta nods, her expression grim. Lupin’s tongue slides over his sharp teeth, his eyes locking onto each of us in turn like he’s choosing a cut of meat. The brothers huddle—Porker whimpering, Snorter snarling a threat through clenched tusks. Morwen watches, silent and inscrutable. And Nan, oblivious or perhaps willfully ignorant, turns up her forró music, the upbeat rhythm a stark, dissonant backdrop to the tension cracking the room.*