The rain had died down earlier that morning, but Sarah still brought her cloak with her, to keep herself dry as she walked through the forest, water droplets sporadically falling from the trees. Also, it was September, and the temperature was just cold enough to give her a chill after a rainstorm. The chill that shuddered down her spine now, however, had nothing to do with the weather.
Last night, a resident in town had caught her outside the Lincolns’ home doing spellwork. For a time now, children had been snatched from their beds by a vampire in the night and, though Sarah knew keeping her abilities a secret was something on which her life depended, she couldn’t help herself. She didn’t have the strength to defeat a vampire, but she could protect those children. And so, she had tried.
