BECCA POV

The only thing I could remember last night was Jacob, coming to rescue me from the dreaded snow, carrying me to a cabin, and taking my clothes off, after which he wrapped me in a blanket like a breakfast burrito. Now, my head feels a bit heavy, my body is still a bit shaken from the cold and my hair still hasn't lost its dampness. I look through the window, to see there's still a blizzard outside, thankfully, the glass is tightly shut. And I hope we're safe here.

I've heard of Blizzard destroying huts and little things in its way. Yet, I feel safer than ever...