As the horses stretched out in a full gallop under the moon, the pounding of their hooves sounded like an old-fashioned locomotive. Edith dared to look back one more time and saw more shadows rise from the ground.

“Caden!” Edith cried. “What are those shadows? Are they after us?”

Caden reined Bracken in, staring back at the objects of Edith’s fear.

“Just ride!” he commanded. “Ride hard, you’ll see.”

Viktor flew across the sand of the haunted ...