It's been 3 months since Nick discovered he is a Grimm. And Christmas is fast approaching. Sure he has friends, but the fledgling Grimm feels alone. His aunt is dead. Juliet left him.
A voice brought Nick out of his thoughts. "Merry Christmas, Nick." Nick turned around to see Adalind.
"You celebrate Christmas?" Nick asked incredulously.
Adalind arched an eyebrow. "Doesn't everybody?" She retorted. "Christmas is one of the few days in the year that people are forced to be nice to one another. Some people would say that's childish, cliche, naive. But I have to say those are pretty cynical." Adalind recalled the few Christmas memories she enjoyed.
"And speaking of which. I acquired something very rare in a recent case I was a part of. Something you would be interested in." She reached for a large book. "This is a grimoire. A collection of spells. And written by a Grimm. It also contains tales of a Grimm acquiring talents from a Hexenbiest. I figured you could put it to good use." She hand