Giselle found herself pacing as she awaited the Witch’s arrival. They’d been waiting for over an hour for Valerie to show up. The moons were high in the sky now, bathing everything in soft white light. The usual sounds of the night had returned now that the vampire was dead. Every so often, she heard a coyote yip, or an owl screech. But there was no sound of an approaching horse.

“How do we know this witch hasn’t just skipped town?” Captain Jora glowered at the empty s...