Three days later, another body was found, this time right on campus at the edge of one of the parking lots. The bite wounds were identical to the ones on Theresa Ivey.
“Everyone is really freaking out,” Carla said, and she and Mason exchanged a worried glance. They were both seniors at Northern Pines. “No one’s supposed to walk alone, especially not at night.”
They’d come over to hang out and talk, and we were in the living room, enjoying the warmth of a newly laid fire. Who cared if it was almost the Ides of March — the temperature had stayed below freezing for the past two days. Connor was over in his studio, painting, so he certainly didn’t mind me having Carla and Mason over. In fact, although he hadn’t said it out loud, I got the feeling he was glad that I’d made friends at all, if
