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Nash I hadn't seen any other footprints in the woods or along the road, but I hadn’t exactly been looking for them. I stood there, staring at the car, trying to figure out how and why my roommate was there. Several possibilities rolled through my mind. Scenario number one: She was friends with the bear-shifter, and had driven the black-haired woman up the mountain. I hated to think that Daphne could be an accessory to those brutal murders. It just didn’t seem possible. So maybe she didn’t actually know that her friend was a homicidal werebear. Or maybe Daphne wasn't even there. Maybe the bear shifter had borrowed Daphne's car. Or stolen it! Second scenario: Daphne had somehow managed to follow me out there. I found it hard to believe that she could have tailed me without my notice, but