Chapter 38

“Jamey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything. I need to go and run and I’m sorry.”

“‘Kay? Go run?” Jamey asked, clearly not awake, his words seemingly coming from far away

“Go back to sleep; I won’t be gone long,” Henry said and waited until Jamey’s breathing had slowed back down and whatever wakeful tension there had been had dissolved into the darkness. He stroked that bright red hair, the color invisible in the dark, with just the tips of his fingers, then quickly pulled on his jeans and T-shirt.

“I have to go run as a wolf, Jamey. Maybe down to the river—and they know my human smell, but not the wolf. I gotta go—I have to shift; I have to change,” Henry said softly, his voice barely audible, the faintest of whispers.

He ran up the stairs, wishing Jamey were going with him, that Jamey would be there at the back door, waiting for him, but he couldn’t ask, not yet. He couldn’t risk Jamey saying again no, go away, it was too soon, he hadn’t asked for this.