When nerdy but cute, Miranda Whitmore's parents decide to move to a place called Howling Cliffs, she is not happy. But there's nothing she despises more in this small town than Nigel Vanderwolf, the hot jock who happens to be the son of the man Miranda's family is staying with. The two bump heads continuously, with Nigel's crude sexual jokes and relentless mockery of her virgin status and Miranda's snappy rebuttals and ability to annoy him constantly. But one night after a dangerous game of Truth or Dare, Miranda becomes lost in the woods where she gets trapped in a cave because of a thunderstorm. Feeling guilty of his part in Miranda's disappearance, Nigel sets out to find her. He stumbles on the girl he finds the most annoying, sheltering in the Forbidden Cavern. The two ensue in a heated argument, disturbing the God that resides there. After Nigel takes Miranda home, the two decide to never speak to each other again, thus going their separate ways, only to wake the next morning to find themselves in each other's bodies. Now Miranda has the upper hand because she has finally learned Nigel's secret. Her neighbour and bully is a werewolf. What will Miranda do with this newfound information? Will she expose to the world that the supernatural is real? How will Nigel cope with this magical phenomenon? Will he be able to switch back in time for the great Alpha Trials? Follow Miranda and Nigel in this epic tale of enemies to lovers in the Werewolf Switch.
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The day I found out I was moving, my entire world stopped on its axis. I didn't know what to think, what to do, or whom to blame. I just remember staring up at Mother with an impassive expression on my face, not believing her.“Why?” I sought in a gentle tenor. I knew better than to raise my voice since my mother raised me to be a lady. “Mother, please tell me this isn't true.”Mother exhaled, taking off her glasses and polishing them on the hem of her cotton sweater. “Miranda, you know I don't do jokes. They offered me a new job, one that pays four times more than what I'm earning now.”“But we don't need more money. We're already rich,” I yelped, immediately covering my mouth, realizing my mistake. I knew I sounded like a brat, but my parents couldn't have chosen a worse time to be moving. Stanley Fisher, captain of the science club, had just asked me out on a date and I accepted. I was sixteen and no other guys had even glanced my way but Stanley. He was a bit of a nerd, but us nerds have to stick together. Plus he had gotten way hotter since the beginning of the school year. He lost his braces, his acne cleared up and he also seemed to have hit a growth spurt. His muscles were ripped and he even caught the eyes of the school's Queen B, Sara-May Cornfield.“Miranda, don't be a brat,” Mother scolded. “Nothing is wrong with wanting more than what you have.”I refrained from rolling my eyes. My mother was a little high-maintenance. She was a science professor at California State University and my father was a lawyer who comes from a long generation of lawyers, plus he owns the Whitmore Gas Stations all over the US. “What about father's business?”“Honey, don't worry about me. I can run my business from anywhere in the world. Your mother and I have talked this over and we made the decision to move to Howling Cliffs, Maine at the end of the month,” Father explained, sticking his head in the door and then disappearing once more when he was done saying what he had to say.I swallowed hard, feeling the colour drain from my face. This couldn't be happening, but I knew better than to challenge my parents. I guess I had only two weeks in Blue Springs, California. “OK, Mother. I will start packing.”“Good girl. Just pack what you need. I'm having new wardrobes delivered for us,” Mother kissed my cheek then made her way out of my bedroom.Now I was left alone with my thoughts. “How the hell will I tell my two best friends that I'm moving?”************I walked into the schoolyard after my driver dropped me off. The sun gently touched my skin, warming me up slightly. It was a cool day, even though summer was near. I sighed. I was going to miss the California weather for sure. The night before, I didn't sleep a wink. How could I when all I could do was think about how messed up my life had become? I had plans, but of course, my plans didn't matter to Mother and Father. All they cared about was the Whitmore family name and making millions. I even googled all I could about the state of Maine. The most interesting thing was that it was like 88% forest. I hoped and prayed that there was at least a mall or two where I could get my shopping on. I entered the building and my eyes travelled over the bodies of teens, all gathered in their respective cliques. Some were whispering and giggling with each other, while others were engrossed in the screens of their phones or their tablets.It was easy to spot my best friend Clarke. Her ginger hair and orange blazer were the brightest things in the hallway. And even though her sense of fashion was very chic, and she was the girlfriend of the most popular guy in school, she still hung out with me and Roger. The geeks; the weirdos; the nerds, just to name a few words they used to describe us. Sitting by the locker next to Clarke was my other best friend, Roger. He had his massive earphones over his head, playing with his Ectoplasma Machine. Roger was convinced the school was haunted, so he spent his entire savings to buy himself a Ghost Catcher 3000, and he was confident he had caught a ghost. I watched him furiously picking on the buttons of his gadget, and I grinned at his hopelessness.“Hey guys,” I greeted. Clarke smiled the moment she saw me, and then her eyes went soft.“Sup homegirl? Who died?” She asked. She grabbed her chemistry book from her locker and then slammed it shut. “Your face looks all depressed and edgy. Did Stanley call off the date? I will break his face.” She punched the locker door.“No,” I sighed, leaning down to grab the earphones from off Roger's head. “I'm moving.”Clarke's mouth dropped open, and her chewing gum fell to the floor. “No!”“Yes,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders and trying not to cry.“What?” Roger threw his Ghost Catcher 3000 to the side and fumbled on the floor while he tried to get up. “Where to?” He blurted as he finally stood up.“Howling Cliffs, Maine,” I declared, groaning as the words spilled from my lips.“Is that even a real place?” Clarke inquired, coming in for a hug.“Apparently so,” I sniffled, throwing myself in her arms.“When?” Roger demanded, wrapping his arms around us.“Next weekend,” I confessed, my tummy got weak thinking about finishing high school without them.****************Moving day was approaching too fast for my liking. Stanley hadn't spoken to me since the moment I informed him I was leaving. My eyes couldn't take seeing him and Sara-May exchanging love notes in Maths class. When the last period bell on my final day as life as I knew it rang, I leaped up out of my chair, grabbed my things, and bolted from the room before anyone could notice that I was crying. I bumped into Roger outside, who offered me a ride to the only home I had ever had.Clarke was soon by my side, helping me into Roger's Volkswagen. “Don't be sad. Roger and I will come visit you all the time.” Clarke tried to cheer me up.“Yeah. It's only a fifteen hundred dollar round trip to Maine,” Roger added sceptically. Clarke kicked the back of his seat.I knew money was tight for the both of them. Roger had never met his father, and his mother worked day shifts at one of my father's gas stations and the night shifts at the Old Oaks Nursing Home. Clarke's parents owned and operated a small Bed and Breakfast a mile from the town, but things got slow ever since they built the new highway, steering traffic away from the establishment.“Don't worry, Miranda. Even if we have to drive that forty-eight hours to Maine to see you, we will,” Clarke rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly.“Promise?” I asked.“We promise,” Roger whispered, gripping the steering tightly as he drove me home.MIRANDA'S POVThe cabin was old and eerie as it sat at the peak of the mountain, looking over the forest. Nigel Senior invited us inside, and it was even worse than I'd imagined. He quickly lit a fire at the fireplace and instructed us to sit on the carpet, as they didn't have any furniture around. He threw an old blanket around Opal as she sat closet to the fire. "There, that should keep you warm, darling," the old man kissed her and I could tell he truly had love for her. "Tell me, grandpa," I cleared my throat as I tried out that name. It didn't seem so bad, but I saw the look on young Nigel's face, and he wasn't pleased. "Why haven't you come by and visit? What really happened between you and my father?" But before he could answer, Opal began to whisper. "Something's not right about you," she said. "I didn't see it before, but now that I'm home and settled, I can feel it in my old bones," she explained. Nigel and my eyes connected. "And you," she pointed at Nigel. "Something i
NIGEL'S POVI was tired and hungry, plus I didn't understand why these nerds weren't bothered by the shit smell that was seeping off my so-called grandpa. So what if he looked exactly like my dad under his hobo appearance? That still didn't make him my grandfather. I hissed because if he resembled my father, it also meant he resembled me since people said I was a spitting image of my dad. Life was so unfair. I hate this, and I hate him. Nigel Senior, I scoffed. Why did Father have to name me after such an evil man? "Are we there yet?" I was this close to screaming and throwing a bitch-fit. My feet hurt to the point they felt like they were about to fall off. "Just a couple more minutes," my grandpappy answered. His breath smelt terrible... Like when was the last fucking time he used toothpaste? I looked around and smacked myself in the face. There were no supermarkets or malls here, so of course he didn't have access to the finer things in life. And Miranda thought Howling's Cliff
MIRANDA'S POV"Excuse me! Come again! You're my what?" I asked, raising my hands in the air and waving them about like I was at a rock concert. With his palm still outstretched to me, he repeated, "My name is Alpha Nigel Vanderwolf, and I am your grand...""Yes, yes, I heard you the first time,” I choked out. "But you just said I should...""I know what I just said, it was a rhetorical question." When he realized I wasn't going to shake his hand, he dropped it to his side. My eyes scanned him from head to toe. "Mighty God!" I yelped when I saw his feet. His toes seemed like they were not on speaking terms with each other to how far apart they were spread. His rugged look reminded me of when Alan came back after spending twenty years in the Jumanji Jungle. "So you're Nigel Senior," Valko finally spoke. He stepped up to the old man. "I'm Valko Silver.""Ah, I should have known Valor's pup would be following behind Nolan's pup's tail," he chuckled, and Velma growled. "And what's your
THIRD-PERSON POVA werewolf emerged from the shadows, but he was not an ordinary predator. He moved like he was a shadow; he made no sounds or caused no ruckus. He fixed his bright red eyes on the human girl curled up in the arms of the young werewolf. The sounds of their heavy breathings and thumping hearts were music to his ears because he found satisfaction in seeing his victims paralysed with fright, which made their flesh soft for him to dine on. Their screams also made their blood turned sweeter, resulting in the best sort of perfume for him. His nostrils widened as he detected the scent of the human. He curled back his lips, revealing his dark gums and yellow stained teeth, letting out a low rumbling growl. He didn’t care that he was outnumbered, as he already understood their outcomes; within moments, the girl would suffer a fatal wound to her throat, her body would be eaten, and her blood would mark the ground covered in grass. It would be easy for him to pick them off on
THIRD-PERSON POVDuran's mind kept going back to his mate, wondering what she was doing, and if she missed him. Izanna's description of the Mad Alpha was making him rethink this trip he was on. He should have stayed home with his mate who was carrying his pup. The Moon Goddess would be cruel to kill him now after all that he had been through. As he made his way to the Mystic Mountain, his mind became chaotic. Clarke occupied most of Valko's thoughts. He loved how vibrant and red her hair was and how incredibly luscious, thick and flawless those curls were. He kept reminiscing about how she arched her back and flashed her hair from side to side when they made love. Now he wondered if coming on this adventure was the right thing to do. Breathing out, he made his way steadily toward the mountain that was said to be home to this Mad Alpha. Velma walked alongside Lazarus, their hands intertwined. The two seemed inseparable now that most of their friends knew they were true mates. Velma w
LAZARUS'S POVIt had been two centuries since I tasted human blood. Other vampires might describe it as being rich, tantalizing, or irresistible. But for me it is sensual, addictive, and climatic. The taste of this human's blood was unlike any I'd ever tasted. It was like I couldn't stop. The more mouthfuls I took, the more my thirst intensified.I could feel Nigel's muscles resisting at first when my fangs found his flesh and pierced into it. The soft warmth giving way like a ripe melon, filling my mouth with thick, delicious blood. He shuddered in my hands as I drew deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, revelling in the strength and life that filled my veins, jolted my limbs, granted me a semblance of life.Soon my pheromones entered his bloodstream through my saliva and even though I was killing him, the high and ecstasy of my bite was tricking his brain into begging me not to stop. He let out soft moans, his body relaxing as I supported more of his weight with my strong arms w
THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda found the walk back to the Nymph camp less awkward than she expected. She learned that Nigel had been retrieving bits of his memory for the last couple of days, but once he emerged from the whirlpool, everything flooded back to him. They walked hand in hand, enjoying their conversation. He questioned her regarding her training with beta Valor, and she felt compelled to tell him the truth that things weren't progressing well. "I'm glad you told me," Nigel murmured. "Father must be pissed." "Yeah, he is big mad," Miranda whispered. "I just wish I knew how mom is doing, especially after learning that father whipped you," he paused. "I'm so sorry, Miranda." "It's OK, it's not your fault." Miranda felt guilty for keeping what truly happened to Peaches from Nigel. "I know, even so, I wish I was there for you." "Believe me, you should feel grateful that you missed what he did to Peaches." "MIRANDA!" Taurus boomed. "Crap," Miranda cursed und
MIRANDA'S POV "Where do you buy your perfume?" He asked out of the blue. We seized our splashes and worked to catch our breaths. "At an outlet." "Oh, I think I will get some when we go home. I've run out, and I like how it smells." "OK," I let out with a questioning tone. "Cool," he answered. "You're weird," I wrinkled my nose. "I am?" He challenged, moving impossibly closer to me so that my chest was touching his, causing me to gulp in exhilaration and also intimidation. I thought we were done touching for now. "Yes you are." "Well you're beautiful, Miranda." What? "Are you high or something?" I snorted, trying to act unaffected, although my heart was beating at an inhumanly fast speed. "I can't be here for this," Taurus rumbled. "I'm out." I felt Taurus drifting away, refusing to endure us any further. He shook his head. "I'm completely sober." "Well thank you, I guess," I replied, swallowing hard. "You're beautiful too, Nigel." "I know," he smir
MIRANDA'S POV I was really nervous and couldn't believe I was actually skinny-dipping in an enchanted lagoon with Nigel Vanderwolf. I was too busy asking myself why the heck was I doing this to notice Nigel swimming closer to me. "Why do you look so constipated?" He asked. I shifted my gaze in a shy manner, blushing as I realized he had noticed my uncertainty. "I am not constipated, I'm just..." His hands around my shoulders cuts my speech. "Nervous? But there's nothing to be nervous about," he chuckled. "Look around you, we're in a mystical place swimming in the bluest lagoon I've ever seen." "Yes, but we're also naked," I told him, my mind trying to think about something other than us touching while we were both naked. "So what? We were born naked," he cackled. "Look Miranda, if you're gonna roll with werewolves, you've gotta learn how to swing in the nude 99 percent of the time." "Believe that," I heard Taurus let out. "I don't think I'll ever get used t
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