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Chocolate.
Prologue
Brooke pushed aside her tent-flap and stumbled out into the predawn gray of early morning. She tripped and staggered across the campsite to her parents' tent, still half asleep. She pulled aside the stiff, gray tent- flap of her parents' tent and squinted into the gray gloom. Her parents weren't there. Their sleeping bags weren't even strewn on the floor. Brooke sniffed the air and found that her parents' was very faint. She turned and raised the tent-flap again, stepped out and took a quick glance around at the dead-still campsite looking for any sign of her parents. Something rustled from within the boys' tent. It pulled back the tent flap and popped of its shaggy, white-blond head with the rest of its body in toe. Rick pushed his bangs from his light blue eyes. At 13 ½, he was tall for his age, and his limbs were to long for his torso.
"Mom and Dad up ye-et?" his voice cracked. It had been doing that ever since they had gotten out here in the woods, and the twins had been teasing him at every turn. He glared at her as though daring her to follow Blain's and Trent's example, but it was too early in the morning to waste her precious energy on taunting her brother for something he couldn't help.
"Iguesso," she mumbled, not exerting the energy to articulate, so her words slurred. "Theyrenotthere." She motioned towards the tent where her parents should be. Rick meandered over, lifted the tent-flap, and shrugged.
"Hum..." he looked a bit puzzled; his parents were late sleepers. "Maybe they went for a run or some-thing," but he didn't sound too reassuring, and his voice cracked again. He sniffed the air and walked along the edges of the campsite searching out his parents' trail with Brooke on his heels. He spotted a broken twig, His parents' sent ws stronger there than anywhere else in the camp, so he motioned for Brooke to follow him into the forest.
Brooke watched as Rick's hair grew even shaggier and his muscles bulged on his lanky limbs as he started to change. Brooke clutched at her jacket she had thrown over her PJs. It may have been May, but the mornings were still very cool in the Alaskan forest. She was peering through the trees and saw the blood-red light of dawn spilt over the gray-blue sky. Suddenly, a smell hit her. It made her head spin. She tripped over something and landed hard on her face. Her palms and knees stung, but it didn't hurt enough to make her cry. The smell enveloped her. She turned to see what she had tripped over, and what she saw made her scream
Prologue
Brooke pushed aside her tent-flap and stumbled out into the predawn gray of early morning. She tripped and staggered across the campsite to her parents' tent, still half asleep. She pulled aside the stiff, gray tent- flap of her parents' tent and squinted into the gray gloom. Her parents weren't there. Their sleeping bags weren't even strewn on the floor. Brooke sniffed the air and found that her parents' was very faint. She turned and raised the tent-flap again, stepped out and took a quick glance around at the dead-still campsite looking for any sign of her parents. Something rustled from within the boys' tent. It pulled back the tent flap and popped of its shaggy, white-blond head with the rest of its body in toe. Rick pushed his bangs from his light blue eyes. At 13 ½, he was tall for his age, and his limbs were to long for his torso.
"Mom and Dad up ye-et?" his voice cracked. It had been doing that ever since they had gotten out here in the woods, and the twins had been teasing him at every turn. He glared at her as though daring her to follow Blain's and Trent's example, but it was too early in the morning to waste her precious energy on taunting her brother for something he couldn't help.
"Iguesso," she mumbled, not exerting the energy to articulate, so her words slurred. "Theyrenotthere." She motioned towards the tent where her parents should be. Rick meandered over, lifted the tent-flap, and shrugged.
"Hum..." he looked a bit puzzled; his parents were late sleepers. "Maybe they went for a run or some-thing," but he didn't sound too reassuring, and his voice cracked again. He sniffed the air and walked along the edges of the campsite searching out his parents' trail with Brooke on his heels. He spotted a broken twig, His parents' sent ws stronger there than anywhere else in the camp, so he motioned for Brooke to follow him into the forest.
Brooke watched as Rick's hair grew even shaggier and his muscles bulged on his lanky limbs as he started to change. Brooke clutched at her jacket she had thrown over her PJs. It may have been May, but the mornings were still very cool in the Alaskan forest. She was peering through the trees and saw the blood-red light of dawn spilt over the gray-blue sky. Suddenly, a smell hit her. It made her head spin. She tripped over something and landed hard on her face. Her palms and knees stung, but it didn't hurt enough to make her cry. The smell enveloped her. She turned to see what she had tripped over, and what she saw made her scream
