Tory shook her head and turned when she heard a whispered warning from a nearby ghost. Pulling her thoughts away from her memories, she froze. Her eyes skimmed the darkened landscape. Two men moved silently through the graveyard. It was clear that they were looking for someone.
The faint outline of the soldier who had told her about the pond floated toward her. She waited until he was close before she spoke in a low tone. Something told her that the two men were not just out for an evening stroll.
“They look for you, ma’am,” the young soldier warned her. “Do you want us to scare them away?”
“No,” Tory said, feeling her teeth lengthen. “No, I’ll take care of this.”
“Be careful,” the soldier replied. “Me and the boys will be close if you need us.”
“Thank you,” Tory replied, setting her
