Your skin had long gone numb, and your eyes could barely stay open through the snow of the blizzard.

You consider yourself saved when you find a cabin. Even more so when you discover it’s unlocked.

Only after you go inside do you realize the lights are on. What’s worse is that there’s a bear hybrid napping on the couch, who you’ve just woken up.

“You might be in the wrong house, darling.” Georg rumbles, wiping the sleep away from his face.