“I guess magic is real, huh?” Henry finally said, breaking the silence, and feeling foolish for stating the obvious.
“I guess so. Kind of explains some of the things I saw when I was a kid,” Jamey said, letting his hand wander down Henry’s chest, fingering his pentacle. “The lady in the lake, the green man and woman, a goat-footed man, even a unicorn, and here we are with two witches, Dr. M and the Keeper. Mama always said I had an overactive imagination and I believed her. I guess Mama was wrong.”
“I don’t much remember my mother,” Henry said. “Just dreams. Her eyes were golden.”
“Like your eyes. Doctor M said I had Second Sight. Did you know you were a werewolf?” Jamey asked, his voice slower. He yawned, gulping air. “But still it’s like we’re in a different universe. It’s all so weird. I’m still kind of scared. What’s it like being a werewolf? Do you change at the full moon?”