Her eyes went to the newspaper. In bold headlines, it read: TWO MIDVALE TEENS FOUND SLAIN NEAR CARNIVAL GROUNDS.
Bekka paced nervously in her room while she waited for Patricia Morgan to pick up her cell. “Come on!” she groaned impatiently. She was certain that Maragh’s dogs had killed Ginger and Scott. It was only a matter of time before they struck again. She had to move fast. The Gypsy fortune teller had stressed that they were running out of time.
Bekka had to convince her friends to cross through a mystical portal to save themselves and everyone they cared about before Maragh struck again. They were going to have to take the fight to him in order to survive….
