[centre][b][h1][color=ec008c]Myra Flores[/color][/h1][/b]


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Jesus.


Myra Flores sat at what was her desk in the station, head bowed over reports. She’d been awake since knowledge of a good handful of teenagers had been taken to Sky lakes. A wolf attack.  Jesus. There had been sightings of wolves for weeks. Myra had collected the reports, although there was nothing quite as serious as last night's attack. Myra was normally the best, at finding a pattern, yet there [i]was[/i] none here. Oh, there had been another attack, a few months ago, on the full moon as well. Father and son. The father died, the son had survived without, it seemed injuries. 


Shit. 


Myra had meant to pass that one onto Zoé, sure that it was something from her end of things, yet it had slipped her mind. She set it aside, thinking that she could follow up on that later. [i]Werewolves. Jesus, my town is going to be overrun by werewolves.[/i]. Zoé had had years of practice with what she was, these teenagers...there was going to be trouble, Myra was sure about that. Myra had adjusted the way she worked, to compensate for the fact she was human, and some of those she went up against were...not. Her officers weren’t as wise to the supernatural world as she was, and Myra wouldn’t put their lives on the line. 


It looked like she was going to have to talk with Zoé. 


A voice suddenly came over her radio, a little stuttered, nervous, and excited, all at once. Myra frowned. Her officers were usually...stoic. What had caused this? 


[b]”Ma’am...I...a car...it’s out of town, yet I saw it p-pull over. I was concerned, and ran the plates…


Ma’am...it’s registered in James Burkes name. It's heading towards town”[/b]


James Burke. Myra had issued an APB on both James Burke, and her daughter, both having disappeared, it seemed at the same time. Myra reached behind her, clasping the arm of her chair, and sank down into it. 


Sombra. 


Of course James would come back, if he had heard that his sister had been involved in an accident. But Zoé had kept a tight lid on everything, which meant the only way James could know about Miranda, was if Miranda herself had told him...or Zoé had. 


Was Sombra with James? Had she been with him, all this time? 


Her little girl...Myra bowed her head. Their relationship, particularly in the few years leading up to Sombra and Alexander’s graduation, had been strained. And now it was practically non-existent. Oh, hell. It was non-existent. Myra would give just about anything to have any form of relationship with her. 


The labrador pup by her feet looked up, making a little sound, jumping into her lap. It was only when there was an uncertain [b]”Ma’am’[/b] that Myra moved into action. [color=ec008c]”Follow the car, but don’t make it obvious. If it looks like you’ve been made, head back to the station like you were going there all along. Do not approach. Find out if there is anyone else in the vehicle.”[/color] She rose, cradling Arlo, as she began to move. She snatched up the file about the attack a few months ago, and walked through the station. 


Perhaps the officers had heard about the sighting, or perhaps it was in her face, as she stalked towards the door. She pushed the door open, and approached her car. If Sombra was here, Myra wasn’t going to let her slip through her fingers, not again. Alro lipped happily as she set him down, wagging his tail and placing his paws on the passenger window. 


She was damn well going to get her daughter back. Everything Myra had done, since she was 16 years old, had been for her children. The only thing Myra had wanted, was to give her children everything. Maybe that had pushed Sombra away. Myra wasn’t too sure, anymore. As she started the car, Myra took her phone out, and sent a message to Alexander. 


[centre][b]To[/b] Alexander
Your sister might be in town.[/centre]