“We don’t have to go tonight,” Gavin said. “We’ll send our reports like we always do. Tell them what you see fit, just don’t give too much away. We’ll do something else. Watch movies. Eat popcorn. Whatever you want. Something calm and relaxing and—”
“I want to go to the O’Connells’,” Matthew said. “I want to see a man become a wolf. I want to be part of a miracle, even if it’s just as a spectator.” Something amazing. Something that would inspire more faith than he’d ever experienced in his whole life. “What do you think? Do you think they’ll show us a miracle if we ask?”
Gavin waved at the window. “I think if we’re patient, the situation will arise regardless. The moon is close to full and—”
“Right now, I have no need for patience,” Matthew said. He pushed himself off the wall and turned to the hall. “Like I said, right now I need a miracle.”
“All right.”
He heard Gavin rise—bed springs, the shuffle of clothing or linen—and then he felt Gavin’s hand on his back.