The nights in Marquette Harbor were always freakishly cold, and Penny found out about this the hard way. It was even worse here because a faulty heater had been installed in the cabin and so she had to rely on duvets to keep herself warm. It was also disappointing to know that the werewolf trope she’d seen on Wikipedia that they could regulate their temperature in all forms was a lie. Or perhaps her ‘temperature-regulator’ as Bale had called it was broken. That was definitely sarcasm at its peak, she knew.
She lifted her head from the duvet she had covered herself with and sighed in relief when she saw Bale coming back with the hot tea he had gone to make her. Handing her the tea, Bale sat down on the couch with her and continued to gist her about one historical werewolf story. He had be
