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"Hortence! Help me!" Without air or strength, Sonja fell against the witch's door pounding with her fist. "Let me in, oh, please, let me in," she sobbed.
The old woman flung the door back, yanking her inside. "Better you tell me what's happened because something has, or you wouldn't be at my door in the middle of the day of the full moon begging for my help." Hortence limped over to the fire and pulled the kettle out on a swinging arm. With a pad to cover the handle, she poured tea into two cups. "Drink this." You look as though you've seen The Guardian again."
Sonja cut a glance in her direction and shuddered. "No but something." She shook with the memory, her teeth rattling in her head. "I saw?no, I think I saw Ty turn?turn into?"
"Well spit it out, girl. What the bloody hell did you see? Eh?" Hortence hobbled over, sitting across from her. "Tell me so we can do something about it." She bent down, peering into Sonja's face. "It appears something has frightened you out of your wits. What was it?" she snapped.
"Oh, Hortence. The thing, the creature - he changed - I saw the lieutenant one minute and then he was gone. In his stead, this thing stood slobbering and growling at me!" Sonja clutched her hands together, twisting the fingers.
"What creature? What thing? Who changed?" The witch reached over taking Sonja's trembling fingers. Hortence moaned as her head fell back. Sonja jumped up before backing toward the door. God save her, but the old witch was going to change on her as well! Backing to the doorway, Sonja detected a presence. Turning she stared into Perkins grim face
"Always a pleasure."
Sonja had screamed before the chloroform covered her nose and blackness descended over her world.
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