Chapter 80

To Henry the kitchen reeked of wrongness. It smelled of love and pain and fear and there were just too many scents to sort out, to understand. Henry couldn’t get to Jamey; he couldn’t touch him. He couldn’t change, let the wolf out; he knew that would only make things a whole lot worse.

And Jamey couldn’t or wouldn’t Jump.

Each member of the prayer team chanted in turn, and then together as a chorus: “Get thee behind me, Satan. Get thee behind me, Satan.”

“Please. Everyone. Let me talk to this boy alone,” Mr. Currey yelled. The pastor and his chanting prayer team finally heard him. They stopped mid-chant.

“Go, talk. We’ll take care of Jamey. Take him upstairs,” the pastor ordered the nearest prayer team man, who jerked Jamey up.

“No, this isn’t love! You’re hurting him,” Henry yelled, clenching his fists against the change. “Jump,Jamey, please, Jump.” Why isn’t he Jumping? What does he mean he can’t do it?