They turned, and the tall, thin creature stepped out of the trees.
Grace gasped.
Sophie grabbed Jude's arm.
It didn't move toward them. It only watched.
But then, behind it, another figure stepped out.
And then another.
They were identical.
Three.
Watching.
Waiting.
Sophie whispered, "We're running out of time."
And the gate pulsed with light, louder than before.