When I arrived, Marcus was waiting in my office, his expression grim. Papers were scattered across my desk, and he looked like he'd been pacing.

"Tell me you have good news," I said, closing the door behind me.

"Depends on your definition of good news."

I sat down heavily in my chair. "Just tell me."

Marcus pulled out his phone and showed me a series of photos. "I went back to the ritual site with a tracking team. We found these."

I studied the images. Footprints in the ...