Ferrah

The clattering sound outside of the tent repeated and goosebumps spread over my arms. Whoever was making that sound was trying to draw us out. The clatter was distinct. It was the sound of bones banging together.

I had heard the sound a hundred times before. I didn’t throw bones myself, but plenty of witches do. This was different, though. There was a rhythm to it that was somehow familiar.

My eyes went wide as I recognized it. It was a ...