Alexandra glanced back at the strange girl. There was something about her, a dark sense of foreboding that put a chill in the shifter’s bones. The feeling was familiar though and strangely peaceful, like she was an old friend, yet Alex knew she had never met this girl in her life. 
Where had she acquired that potion…and when did she learn their names? 
The shape-shifter tensed, suddenly suspicious of the dancing girl. She found it odd though; if there was any malice towards them why help? The girl wasn’t like the beings they had met before. Maybe they should trust her suggestion. She had helped them when she didn’t have any need to. 
“Maybe we should listen to her…” Alex chimes, her aqua eyes turning to face the door. It seemed ordinary enough to her.