Betty POV
"Get up."
The command cuts through the heavy haze in my brain. My skin is burning, a strange, blistering heat radiating from my core. I kick the heavy duvet off my feet, staring at the ceiling.
"It is freezing, Betty," Mitchell whines.
I ignore him. His spine is pressed hard against mine. I lean back, seeking comfort, but his skin feels wrong. He is cold. Lycans are never cold. Both Mitchell and Adriel usually burn like furnaces, but right now, touching Mitchell is like pressing against ice.
Mitchell groans, a low, gravelly sound. He plants a hand against my shoulder and shoves me away. I stumble sideways, my hip colliding with Adriel.
Adriel flinches. He is icy too. I wrap my arms around his waist, rubbing my warm face against his chest to catch his heat.
Adriel gasps. Hi
