They camped that night beneath tall oaks near a small burned-out farm and after taking turns chopping off one another’s hair with their sewing scissors, enjoyed a supper of sliced ham and potatoes fried with onions.
“These oaks look pretty sturdy,” George said as she sipped her evening cup of tea and twisted the end of a short lock of hair by her ear. “We should stay here until the full moon has passed and chain me up to one during my change.”
“We only have a little chain for hobbling the horses,” Eli said with her brow furrowed in concern. “Do you think that will be enough?”
George shrugged. “We’ll root through what’s left of this place”—she gestured the farmstead—“and see what we can find to restrain me. If not, we’ll have to make do with what we have on hand.”
Pete stared into the d
