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anything I wanted in the truck, I made myself kneel to peek inside. No wonder I'd been claustrophobic the night before. The cab was half as tall as it had once been. I saw nothing I needed and backed my body out, only then noticing all the footprints around the truck. They were everywhere. Had I made them? If so, I didn't remember it. I placed my foot inside one to check. It was way huge.
    Not my tracks, for sure. Not Erik's, either.
    Someone else had trampled the snow and after last night's blizzard, as in that very morning. Erik watched as I tried to make sense of everything. His gaze followed mine as I visually trailed the tracks up the ravine. Who and why? The person who'd run me off the road, maybe? If so, he'd brought reinforcements with him. Two from the look of the tracks.
    Suddenly scared, I shivered from head to toe.
    "We should go back now." Erik clearly thought I was cold.
    And I was, but not necessarily because of the weather. The thought of strangers checking out a wreck no one could possibly see from the highway chilled me to the bone. They knew my truck had tipped into the ravine. They knew because one of them made it happen.
    "Yeah. Let's get out of here." I didn't waste any time heading back the way we'd come.
    We walked in silence for a bit before Erik spoke again. "Someone must've seen where the truck went off the road and walked down here to check."
    "Maybe."
    "But you don't believe it."
    "No." I gave him the details of the wreck. "I thought the other driver was drunk or maybe just plain crazy. Now I'm wondering if he ran me off the road on purpose."
    "But why would anyone do that?"
    "I'm clueless," I told him, though I really wasn't. I'd lived the last eighteen months in the presence of a heartless crime lord. And though I'd tried my best to stay in the dark and uninvolved, of necessity I'd learned details I wished I hadn't. But no one knew this except Yarbrough, the man too dumb to keep his own records, but too wily and proud to admit it to anyone.
    And that's why the whole crook-runs-Bronte-off-the-road scenario didn't work for me. The gangsters who knew I existed had no idea how much I'd done for Steve Yarbrough. Heck, they didn't even know he was my Alpha. So they must've been after his truck. I suddenly wondered if he'd had drugs hidden in it. If so, they'd certainly found them this morning, which meant they'd never bother me again.
    "Bronte? You okay?"
    "Uh-huh. Just cold and tired. You are going to let me use your shower, aren't you?"
    "Yeah, sure. And I'll throw together some lunch while you're cleaning up."
    "Something cooked?"
    He flushed, no doubt remembering. "Sorry about that."
    "You didn't know, and it probably wouldn't have hurt me. I've just never eaten as a wolf."
    When we got to Erik's, he set my backpack on the floor. I immediately dug through it for undies , clean jeans, and a shirt, as well as my toothbrush and makeup bag. Then I headed toward the back of the cabin. When I stepped into the short hallway, I saw two closed doors.
    "Bathroom's on the left."
    "Thanks."
    It felt so good to stand under a hot spray minutes later. My sore muscles began to feel better immediately. I borrowed some of his shampoo and his soap, which had a sporty guy smell. I also used his toothpaste. Though tempted to use his shave stuff, too, I didn't. Nothing irritated my dad more than me dulling his razor by shaving my legs.
    I briskly rubbed my hair and body with a towel that I draped over the shower curtain rod and put on my bikini panties and matching bra. I looked in the mirror before I continued dressing, checking out the bruises. The seatbelt had caused a long red stripe that started at my neck and stretched down and across my body. I saw purple spots here and there, with the worst being on my poor wrist. Since I'd removed the gauze bandage before we left the house, I could see it better. I decided I definitely needed some tape so I wouldn't have a huge scar there.
    With a sigh, I scooped up my jeans. A