When the van stopped and the cultist opened its doors, expecting to find a terrified teenager cringing inside, he was confronted instead by a snarling jaguar. The scream I’d heard when we stopped the scooter had been Teresa’s triumphant roar as she launched herself at her captor, tearing open his throat. She’d dragged his body off behind some bushes, quickly licked his blood from her sleek sides, and then changed into human form. She’d been about to put on her clothes and drive away in the van when the other cultists surprised her. Once again, she fell victim to their spells.