All Chapters of THE WEREWOLF SWITCH: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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

NIGEL'S POVI was getting hungry. Not normal-hungry either. I mean feral, borderline dangerous hungry, the kind of hungry where everything starts to look like food. The dirt? Snack. The sky? Snack. Miranda? Well... not food, exactly, but definitely something I wanted to bite into, which was a problem because she was currently wearing my meat suit.I snapped out of whatever this was when I heard her moan. She was getting her ass handed to her by my uncle Noah...well, my ass handed to her, I should say. And seeing my body getting tossed around like a toddler's teddy bear was not helping my appetite or my sanity. If anything, it was making both worse.The whole entire switch thing was getting to my head now. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I wanted her, needed to have her, but not like this... not when I didn't have the right equipment, not when the universe was playing Barbie dress-up with my dignity.Every time she threw a punch or wiped sweat from her forehead, my borrowed teenage-gi

MIRANDA'S POV"Aww, don't tell me you two are giving up and are gonna fuck when you're like this."Nigel and I tore apart so fast you'd think someone had thrown a bucket of ice water at us. Valko and the others came trudging from the tree line like they'd been spying the entire time, which they probably had been doing."Could you not be a pervert for one second? One fucking second... is that too much to ask?" Nigel grunted, running his hand down his face."Although my brother can be a dick, he's right," Velma chimed in. "We can't give up. Not now. There has to be something we can do. The Trials are less than two weeks away.""And the school dance is a little over two weeks away," Duran groaned. "I promised Shelly I'd go dress and tux shopping with her next week. I can't do that if Miranda is still in Nigel's body, because she has no fashion sense whatsoever and I need Nigel's sharp eye."I narrowed my eyes. "I do too have fashion sense."Duran shrugged. "You wore lime-green pants with

NIGEL'S POVI wasn't just pacing around. I was storming back and forth like a wolf trapped in a cage with too many shadows and not enough answers. My heart was pounding loudly behind my ribs. My jaw ached from clenching. My nails were digging crescents into my palms.Miranda was sitting on the floor with her knees pressed together as she watched me with the same expression someone might use if they expected a bomb to go off.Grandpa sat calmly next to her, drinking something from a clay cup. The smell hit me suddenly."You're drinking fermented yak milk, aren't you?" I asked.He took another sip and said, "Boy, this is the only thing keeping me sane while you have a meltdown.""That's not fair," I snapped. "This is a lot to take in."Grandpa shrugged. "Do you want some?" He held the cup out to me."No thanks!" I said instantly."Suit yourself."I stopped pacing long enough to breathe. "Explain it again," I said. "How could Father have killed an innocent man, who was twice his size, wh

MIRANDA'S POVI didn't sleep for even five minutes. My body felt heavy, my mind felt loud, and everything that Nigel Senior told us last night was still spinning around in my skull like a drunk ballerina. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice saying "the curse is ending," or "the moment you two stop being stubborn," or even worse, "you might be stuck like this forever."I couldn't even fully process that last one before Nigel, lying next to me, would toss his arm over his eyes dramatically and sigh like he was auditioning for a tragic soap opera.By the time the sun finally crawled over the mountain, I was just relieved it was morning so we could leave. At least on the road I could pretend we were normal again. Well... as normal as two teenagers stuck in each other's bodies while dealing with ancient curses, homicidal fathers, and weird mountain witches could be.Everyone gathered outside of the cabin with bags. Duran had a backpack stuffed so full that the zipper kept slidin