BRIDGETTE

I couldn't stop pacing back and forth in my room when I got back. My fingers kept clenching and unclenching anytime I remembered the documents that she had given me. I still vividly remembered what was written on each of them, the dates. I had already scribbled down the dates on a piece of paper once I came back to my room for good measure, and just as I had feared, the dates perfectly matched. 

His journeys outside the Pack were always a day or two before the attacks. When Mirabel had told me about her hunch that this man could be our guy, I had a lot of...