“You’re never going back to Larkin’s,” Dr. Melloy finally said. “A werewolf, non-lunar, and a gods’ spawn exposed before mundanes—too risky. Oh yeah,” she added, glancing over her shoulder, “there’s a blanket or two back there somewhere. Wrap up before you freeze.”
“A what?” Henry finally asked after he draped one of the blankets over the two of them. “I guess I’m the werewolf but what’s Jamey? How do you know what we are? How did you know to come here?”