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On the beach, Coverack, Lizard Peninsula, Cornwall
Henry stared at the ocean for a long, long moment. “I’ve seen the ocean on TV, but this is different, the smells, the way the air tastes…” Henry stopped, shaking his head.
“We’ll go again, I promise, if—when this is over and when it’s warm. Now, go on, give me your clothes. Change and run.”
Henry nodded and peeled off his sweatshirt and T-shirt and handed them to Jamey. Both boys were standing inside his shadow, which was now the color of sand and sea. The waves tumbled into the beach. Jamey stuffed each garment into his backpack, and waited until Henry became a black wolf, who took one long look at him, licked his hand, and then headed off, taking his shadow with him as he ran down the beach.
Jamey could just see Henry’s wolf-shadow flickering along the sand and the rocks, the slight image of almost paw prints, the slight splash as the wolf ran across pooling water. Now that they were here, he realized how tired he was.