Chapter 47

“Kathleen, this is important,” Gracie said as she rubbed her hands together over and over. “If we are going to disrupt the lives of every witch in Central Virginia—and eventually every witch everywhere, let alone the mundanes and the Pets, we need know if these two can fulfill their quest. Dawn is the best time, down by the river, for white magic…”

Henry smelled snow coming, which worried him. Snow in Richmond in November, as the weatherman had explained last night, was newsworthy. He wished again he knew how to talk to Jamey. Dr M had told him to be patient. Wolves could be very patient. Did wanting to be with someone make him less of a lone wolf, more human? Did wanting someone make him more of a wolf?He wanted Jamey; he wanted his pack of two.

Now there were almost all trees, one or two houses away from the street. Another turn, onto Riverside, and there was Pony Pasture Rapids, the grey rocks, the grey-green water of the river, and the sky, grey and heavy with clouds.