Dazed, panicked, I entered what I guessed passed as a gym or a training center for shifters on the other side of the ballroom.

I'd hidden the bloody scarf in the only place I could think of - inside an old plastic bag in my bathroom's toilet tank. No one would go looking there.

As for my phone, anyone could've taken it. Including Annecy, whom I hadn't seen all day. Did she do it? But I thought she was my friend, or at least one of the only people here close to a friend. ...