Amber stood with Mya. The two witnesses sat in chairs in front of them. So far, they hadn’t really given them anything concrete or a solid trail to follow. But they did agree that they saw the same woman, talking to people, and then those people would just disappear. Their families would put up missing posters, the police would search, but there was just never a trail to follow. Amber also knew that, because it was supernatural, the human police would only put so much effort into finding them. It was up to her and her council to find them.
Mya and Amber both looked up in shock as the door burst open. Sam stood, leaning against the door frame for support, grinning at them. Sam would never admit how much the short walk from where she’d been staying to Mya’s office took out of her.
“What
