MIRANDA'S POVI lay in bed shivering, and my teeth were actually knocking together like maracas in my mouth. I'd always thought werewolves didn't get cold, or at least not this cold, yet something about the chill and the fog that crept over Mystic Mountain felt unnatural, like fingers sliding beneath my skin. I spun around on the tiny bed, trying desperately to find a warmer position, when suddenly a hand clamped over my mouth.My eyes shot open."Shh," a voice whispered, and once the darkness settled into shapes, I saw Noah crouched beside me. "Come with me.""Now?" I whispered, dreading to remove myself from the little warm the old withered blankets were providing. "Yes, now," he whispered. "Or do you want me to dunk water over your head to show I'm serious?" I pouted, then glanced around the cabin and realized that my friends weren't in their beds. Only the four intruders were still wrapped in their sleeping cots, snoring so hard it sounded like a chorus of chainsaws. Poor things
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