Chapter 79

“Jamey,” Henry yelled again as he scrambled to his feet, forcing back a deep growl in his throat, pushing away another surge of change energy in his legs, the ripple of fur down his backThese guys smell wrong. They’re going to hurt him.As he ran forward, he felt the broom up against his head and heard Aunt Louisa screaming prayers.

Two of the visitors took positions in the front hall, two more in the doorway to the dining room. The first man stood by Mr. Currey. All five carried Bibles. Henry got back to his feet, holding Jamey’s back pack in front of him, a shield against the broom and Aunt Louisa. He wished he had Jamey’s sword to whack her with and stop her relentless prayers damning him to hell. Henry knew the weighted moment he had been feeling since they had zapped into the hospital had finally arrived. The house reeked of fear and danger and love and hate. It hurt to smell it.