11. One must be prepared for Him to answer,
Suzanne heard an eerie scrape at the door. She imagined an overly large dog pawing at the door. Scrape, scrape, drag. She shoved Phillip awake.
"Phillip, there's something at the door!"
"Are you sure it isn't your imagination running off again?"
"When did you turn so bitter to me?"
Phillip sat up. "When did we go so wrong? We're not bad people, or we weren't."
"Phillip, the door!"
"Oh, all right."
She stood behind him as he opened the door. There was no one. He turned to say that to Suzanne when he saw it. Burned into his front door was a large X glittering with small sparks. He'd never seen such a thing. Suzanne took one look, inhaled and before Phillip could stop her, let out a splitting scream.
What is this?
What's going on?
Oh, tragedy without end!
Has someone died? Someone else?
A mark on the door! The devil's mark!
Who's door? Whose!
The doctor's door. He's been marked!
Suzanne and the doctor have been marked!
The werewolf will strike them! They must be saved!
The werewolf must be stopped!
Find the werewolf, kill it!
Who is guilty? Who is guilty?
Burn them! Find them, burn them!
Her, the changeling! Suzanne warned us of her!
Her! It was her! She must have!
She's a witch! A werewolf! Kill her!
The red-haired witch! She's got the child!
She's marked the door of her next victim!
The jealous one! The murderess! The trickster in a woman's dress!
Get her! Get her! Get her!
_ _ _
Savannah woke when something in her room fell.
"What? Jessica?" She became immediately alert. "What's happened?"
_ _ _
Kenneth woke to a pounding on his door. What now?
"Kenneth! Justice for you, at last!" An unfamiliar voice called to him. He unlatched the door. "They've found the werewolf!"
"They what?" All sleep left him.
"Yes, they're taking her to the square now. She's going to burn for what she's done to you and to this village."
"The red-haired changeling. Thomas' girl. Her parents are innocent; it's just the devil we want."
Kenneth took off in a sprint, never once looking back.