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introduce you to our hunters?” he asked.
     
    He’d mentioned that they were all on edge from the slaughter of one of their own.  On the one hand, telling them she was a werewolf expert might keep them from hitting on her, although, in her experience, almost nothing stopped the male drive for conquest.  On the other, it might drive Shorty’s hunters away, hurting his business, and he had been very decent to her so far.
     
    “You can tell them I’m a carnivore expert from Columbia University,” she said.
     
    “What if they Google you?” he asked.
     
    “You have Wi-fi?”
     
    “Yes, and satellite TV.  The password is trophy,” he said.
     
    She glanced at her phone.  It was somehow already signed into the lodge’s network.  She wasn’t surprised.  Technology, a previously unreliable companion, seemed to be totally on her side lately.  Ever since certain events of early summer. She had more then a few suspicions as to why.
     
    “You know what?  Let’s just take our chances.  I have a feeling it’ll be alright,” she said.  Might be an interesting test, and if the hunters called her bluff, she’d just tell them the truth.
     
    He looked at her, unconvinced, then shook his head.  “You’re probably right.  They’re going to want to tell you all about themselves anyway.  Prepare yourself for some world class bulls… ah, bragging,” he said, flushing slightly.
     
    “Shorty, my dad was an Airborne Ranger and my uncle is a state trooper.  You have no chance of shocking me with your language,” she said.
     
    “Right.  Still, it doesn’t seem hardly right.  You settle in and I’ll see you at dinner,” he said, backing out of the room and pulling the door shut.

Chapter 4
     
    The lock on the door was sturdy and clicked firmly, allowing her to take a deep breath and slump against the wall.  She hadn’t realized how tiring it was being someone else.  Her hand reached up and grabbed the base of her ponytail, pulling smoothly but firmly, and the whole head of brown hair slipped off, followed immediately by the tight wig cap underneath, revealing short, platinum blonde locks.  Oh my God, that feels better.   She left her contacts in place and checked in the bathroom mirror to make sure her scar hadn’t slipped around on her cheek. Then, after putting the wig on a collapsible wig stand from her bag, she kicked back on her bed, bouncing a bit to get a feel for its softness.  Adequate , she thought.
     
    She lay back against the pillows, realizing that position gave her an awesome view out the single window.  It was pretty dark, but not to her eyes.
     
    Her phone buzzed with an incoming text.
     
    How ya doing?
     
    It was uncanny how he managed to text her just when she was free to converse.
     
    Pretty good, she wrote back, interested to see what he would say.  She hadn’t told him where she was going or why, but she had absolutely no doubt he knew exactly where she was.  But would he reveal that knowledge and risk her wrath?
     
    Good day? He tested.
     
    Coward.  Not going to be that easy, bub.
     
    Yeah, you know. Same old same old.
     
    Really?  Same old?  Seems new to me, he braved.
     
    Oh? Ya think so? she typed, interested to see how far he’d stick his neck out.
     
    Well I’m not saying I know a lot about your regular sorta day, but driving to the upper ends of Maine seems a bit irregular.
     
    Got some brass ones tonight, do we, she thought, half-amused and half-annoyed.
     
    You tracking me?  Stalking me? she wrote back, ready to tear into him.
     
    Stalking sounds creeper-ish… and suicidal.  But I am something of a hacker, you know?  Be a real crime if I couldn’t figure out where the important people in my life were, don’t you think?
     
    The fire of her temper fluttered out at the words “important people.”  He was brave enough to admit to keeping tabs on her, and he got points for including her in a very, very short list of names, but he’d