The coldest she had ever been despite growing up in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.
Ironically, her searing head wound was the only heat she could feel. She would have cursed, but her teeth chose that moment to begin chattering. When she brought her hand back down to investigate, her fingertips were damp and bright red.
Felt something wet seeping from what could only be a large gash across her left temple. Your blood, the side of her head informed her, throbbing and burning hot with pain. Enough to finally realize the river was more of a rivulet, oozing its way across a patch of snow. She propped herself up on one aching arm, blinking the world back into focus. Keep on reading no matter what, and both this note and all confusion will become clear. Special Confusion Note for Alpha Kings Readers: Don’t worry.
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