Daphne
A shifter with no scent. A goth-girl punk with a scarred face.
A homicidal bear on the loose.
I knew who she was. I’d heard my sister-in-law describe her in perfect detail. She was the assassin-werebear who had tried to murder Bella nearly two years ago. I bolted from the table, my food forgotten, as I dashed out to the hall, skidded slightly as I made the corner and ran for the parking lot. My head swiveled right and left, but I didn’t see any sign of the blue-haired woman.
I had my cell phone out, dialing my brothers as I ran for the car. Wyatt didn’t pick up the call, so I swore and dialed again to get Byron. “Hey, Daffy, we’re a bit busy here–”
“Never mind whatever you're busy with!” I growled as I started the car. “It’s that bear-shifter, the one that took Bella.
